#this is a VERY gorgeous piece oml

[silentium-symphony]

Spoiled Rotten (Link x Reader) SMUT

(a/n) needed a break from now watch me whip, so here's some smut :) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

i didn’t really mean to make a sequel for Starved, it just kinda happened 💀 can def stand alone tho! i don't typically write a dominant reader, but i had a lot of fun trying smth new :) i hope you enjoy ♡

cw: afab!reader, mentioned somnophilia (like one line), swearing, nice and fluffy in the beginning, ya'll being absolute BRATS to each other oml, taking turns dominating the other :), link once again having the dirtiest mouth in the world, spreading you on all fours, riding link like the gorgeous stallion he is

wc: 5.8k

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Passerine warbles teased your consciousness from the lands of slumber to the realm of morning. A curtain of colors whisped behind your eyelids and you felt the warmth of the sunbeam conveniently placed on your eyes; cracking them open a smidgen spelled the death of your pupils as you were immediately blinded by its solar glory.

Your head lulled to the side, still very much weighted by sleep, and came face-to-face with your lightly snoring husband. His golden brows were pulled into a relaxed arch, no longer featuring a drawn, terse look. His cheeks, smushed into the pillow, slotted perfectly in your hand and you stroked them fondly. A soft moan left him and you could feel the little bits of tension in his jaw disappear completely. Looking further down, you saw his neck and chest littered with hickeys galore; your lips tingled hotly.

You lifted the arm that was dangled loosely over your waist with great care, gauging his expression for any hint of discomfort or arousal. You were genuinely shocked he didn't slug his arm over you and hug you tighter as he normally would. While setting his arm down in front of you, you saw bright red scratch marks running up and down his arms. Highlights of last night pervaded your mind and it took a considerable amount of mental fortitude to not start grinding against his bare member. Additionally, thinking about how he abused your cunt with his incessant pounding started to fill you up with post-orgasm sleepiness--not what you wanted when you were trying to get out of bed.

And he did all that right after he got back. Y'know... It makes sense why he'd be knocked out.

Your lips ghosted atop his twitching eyelids while you slinked out of bed and oNTO THE FLOOR OH SWEET HYLIA

A hand flew to the corner of your bedstand and you somehow managed to catch yourself before you ate shit. Link really diddly darn fucked you 'til your legs gave out, huh? Can't say you were complaining--

You hauled yourself up, your knees shivering and buckling from the arduous task of existing in an upright position. You scooted closer to your shared dresser, the smooth walls acting as support, and you slipped on one of Link's shirts. His scent wrapped around you comfortingly and was reminiscent of one of his hugs. There was also the added benefit of Link really liking you in his clothes--a fact you very much took advantage of.

With the wall still acting as your cane, you made the trepidatious trip to the kitchen.

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You balanced two plates of fried eggs and rice on a small wooden tray, complete with silverware, water, and two mug cakes! You managed to find the recipe haphazardly scribbled down on a random piece of parchment. You thought it looked delectable and hoped he thought the same.

You limped ambled your way to the bedroom and opened the old door as gingerly as possible.

Unluckily for you (and him, now that you thought about it), the wakeful tendencies stemming from the extreme sport of sleeping alone in the wilderness kicked in and his ears visibly twitched, disturbed by the softest sounds from across the room. He shuffled quickly and turned to you, his eyes still drooped with sleep.

"Mm... g'morn..." His nose quivered. "What smells so good...?"

"Breakfast!"

:O

:D

"Breakfast? In bed?" He could barely contain his excitement.

"Breakfast in bed!"

He sat up, propping and fluffing the pillows as you made your way over to him. He clapped and rubbed his hands in glee.

"Oh! Are those...?" The gears in Link's head buffered and churned.

"Mug cakes!" You set the tray down on his lap and saddled next to him.

"Mug cakes!!!" He returned your gleeful energy. "They look delicious, darling."

"Thank you, dear." You shoveled a fluffy mound of rice topped with an equally fluffy piece of egg in your mouth and sighed contently. He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek before dipping to your ear.

"Not as delicious as you though." He breathed, eyeing the plain white shirt hanging from your frame. You gasped at the sensation of heat tickling your neck and your palm connected with the backside of his head.

"Ow!" He pouted. "Unnecessary."

"J-Just eat the damn food!" Clearly flustered, you scraped more food into your mouth and promptly turned away from him. He laughed while smoothing out your bedhead before chowing down on the simple spread before him.

"How're you feeling? I'm sorry for being a bit... rough last night."

Good sir you almost broke my back and yours "a bit?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. "Okay, fine, but my question still stands--how're you feeling?"

"I'm all right! My... Legs were pretty weak this morning." You shrunk, feeling Link's ego swell. You could practically feel the smirk on his face.

"Were you okay climbing out of bed this morning? You didn't fall, did you?"

You were so thankful he couldn't see the imaginary sweat beading down your brow.

"Nope! All good!"

"Glad to hear it."

Your conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence as you both relished in each other's company and the food. While you finished up the main dish, Link dipped his spoon into the gooey mug cake and almost kicked his feet in childlike joy.

"This is amazing! It tastes just like your hugs!"

Your heart simultaneously fluttered and melted into one big goop.

"Heheh... And what, good sir, do my hugs taste like?"

"Hm..." He leaned in and glomped onto you. "Warm... Soft... Sweet..."

While you were basking in his warm embrace, you didn't notice the sly hand sneaking for the hem of your shirt. Warm digits traced up your torso and cusped your breasts; a pleasurable chill shuddered through you.

"Tantalizing..." He husked, lowering you onto your back. "Enchanting..."

He showered your neck with gentle pecks and retraced the bruises and nips he planted on your skin the night before. Your arms wrapped loosely around him, pulling him closer. You could feel his dick begin to throb with heat.

"Mm... Link..."

Guuuurgle...

Oh.

He pulled away from you, light, innocent giggles bouncing between the two of you.

"Let's take our time today, okay?"

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After clearing breakfast and cuddling for an hour or so, you both finally got up and started your day. Link volunteered to wash the dirty dishes while you put away the... scattered clothes from last night. Tidying the room to your liking, you came down to meet your husband.

Whose got his lean, toned, battle-scarred back turned to you.

Your love marks from last night were due to join his never-ending collection of scars--at least for the coming weeks. A wicked smile crossed your lips and you stalked toward him, tiptoes feeling around the squeaky floorboards.

He soaped up the water some more and smiled at the bubbles that floated to his nose, humming a happy lil' tune, completely oblivious to your sinful intentions. As he dipped a plate into the soapy basin, arms wrapped around his torso and he felt something warm and soft trace his back and sides.

His next exhale caught in his throat and he sputtered... some type of exclamation. As quickly as it tensed, his sinewy muscles grew lax in your embrace, melting into your touch. He adored the way your mouth hungrily suctioned to his old scars and how divine it felt for your hands to caress him, rubbing soothing patterns into sore spots he never knew he had.

You worked your way up and brushed your lips along the still-fresh scratches on his shoulders. You painted them with tender, loving kisses as your hand drifted lower and lower...

"You're marked up so nicely for me..." Your fingers coasted the prominent bulge in his pants and he bit back a whine. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

Hands spun his waist around and his eyes flew shut, fully expecting to feel your lips slam into his as you took him right then and there.

...?

Except... You didn't...?

His eyes cracked open to his beloved's absence, confounded. A bright, chirpy whistle had him swiveling his head for a double take and he saw you happily drying the dishes he washed. Like nothing happened.

"You okay, love?" You looked at him through your lashes. "You've got stars in your eyes."

Said eyes twitched.

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The sun was still high up in the sky when you finished torturing the poor man with your household chores. The door swung open; Link went out first, bucket and brush in hand, while you stayed at the door for just a moment longer. The open windows couldn't quite demonstrate the soul-cleansing power of the fresh winds and you relished the wind tugging through your hair. Your lungs expanded as much as they could, filling themselves with the scent of home-tinged wilderness, before breathing out.

Epona's happy nickers tickled your ears and you drew closer to the duo. Link was going through her sleek coat, brushing it of dirt and grime while you filled her troughs with fresh hay and clean water. You threw yourself onto Epona and gave her fluttering kisses on her snout and neck, singing praises into the ears of your equestrian friend and thanking her repeatedly for bringing Link back home safely.

Link, smiling, grabbed the bucket and left her stall.

"I'm gonna grab some more water."

You acknowledged him with a bright "mm" and turned your attention to Epona, who was lovingly nuzzling your neck. Your husband rounded the corner and disappeared behind your house--you waited a few moments.

Now was your chance.

You flew out of her stall and veered into your house, cramming as many apples as you could hold in your arms, and practically teleported back to her stall. The sweet mare let out the happiest whinny you've ever heard and pawed the ground with anticipation. You peered over your shoulder as you presented her her favorite treats and prayed to Hylia Link's bucket broke or something. Just... Please Goddess, stall him for a bit.

Link loves hates it when you tease him with the 'nonsense' of Epona liking you more. You remembered the first time you brought up such a notion and Link was quick to scoff at your claims, assuring you that he and Epona share a bond like no other. The sweet, sweet look on his face when Epona responded to your voice and not his that one time never left your mind. To add insult to injury, not only did she straight up ignore the blonde--she clopped away from Link and over to you, leaving her beloved rider in the literal and metaphorical dust. Link reverted back to silence for the rest of the day.

Besides! She works just as hard as Link in keeping Hyrule safe. She deserves all the treats in the world.

Epona made quick work of the bushel and pressed her snout to you for more. You laughed and gently pushed her away, kissing her nose as you did. You turned around, half-expecting to see your husband with a silly exasperated look on his face; no one. You rocked on your heels, keeping a steady stream of pats on Epona's neck as you craned yours to find your beloved. Where was he?

The familiar knot of worry pitted your stomach and, pressing one final nuzzle into Epona, left her stall. You followed the trail your love had taken several minutes ago, careening your neck around the corner. The well sat unattended and the bucket your husband carried laid on its side. You approached the scene carefully, your lips forming into a 'Link?'

A pair of hands dug into your waist; your vision whizzed into a blend of colors, the back of your house bleeding into the scene of a little alcove. You barely had time to think let alone scream before something hot and wet muffled your lips. Your assailant pressed you further into the wall, pinning your arms above your head and coasting his digits up your thigh. Link's handsome features flooded your view and you moaned into the kiss, feeling your core grow hot with need.

He moved himself between your legs and gyrated his clothed tip against your engorged and sensitive bud. Your lips pulled away with a pop and he busied himself tarnishing your neck once again, reinforcing the lighter bruises already beginning to fade and making new ones in previously unexplored spots. His pants grew uncomfortably tight as he listened to the pathetic whimpers dripping out of you.

"Shh..." A playful kiss lapped your collarbone. "Not so loud hun, someone might hear..."

You fussed and squirmed under his treatment, his mischievous, nippy kisses along your skin sending your thoughts into overdrive. You hadn't even noticed your hips rolling faster, sloppier against him as your heat craved that sweet friction. Link felt your juices seep through the thin fabric of his pants and moisten the head of his cock.

"Look at you, making a mess all over me..." He sang, nibbling the lobe of your ear.

His hands left your wrist to find solace at the back of your thighs. With a grunt, he hoisted you into a seated position and pressed his full weight against yours, nullifying any chance for escape. Your legs hung uselessly at his hips as he continued moving against you in both body and lip.

His mouth moved to capture the beginnings of your breasts, suckling the curve of your mound until your chest glistened with his spit. He looked up at you through trembling lashes, committing your hooded gaze, gaping mouth, and flushed cheeks to memory.

The tips of your toes grazed the ground as Link lowered you delicately before he not so delicately spun you round and slammed your front against the wall. The sudden impact knocked what was left of precious air out of your lungs and your brain roared, the organ already doubling over from a pleasure-kissed lightheadedness.

Calloused hands connected with the soft of your inner thighs, flowing it open and dragging a finger, slow and deliberate, across your clothed folds. You all but screamed his name, his previous warnings to keep it quiet muddling with lusty bliss. Wet, hot breaths on bits of your exposed back sent your eyes rolling into your head and you balled your fists at the thought of him taking you here and now.

You felt his weight leave your form and you waited with growing impatience for him to be rid of his clothes. Your eyes were still squinted shut as you whined, trying to push your rear against his tented crotch hungrily.

He's... further away than you expected. How big is this alcove...?

You looked over your shoulder, confusion meddling with your arousal, and caught a glimpse of blonde swaggering away from you as if nothing had happened.

Heart thundering, legs quivering, blood rushing, your bent frame crumbled in on itself as your knees gave out from under you.

"LINK!!!"

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Safe to say by the time dinner rolled around, the two of you could hardly look at each other and any attempts at making small talk felt like Ganon shooting his piss into your eyes. Any semblance of Link in your brain always ended up with him either railing you or you fucking him until collapse.

You looked up from your plate to grab the water pitcher before you and you could feel the darkness glimmering in his eyes, heavy with lust and frustration. Your thighs grinded against each other, hoping to satiate the growing need to stimulate yourself even if only a little.

You were one look away from pinning him onto the dining table and fucking him until he was a babbling, crying mess under you. Unbeknownst to you (not really), Link happened to share those same sentiments.

Hylia, you were so horny for each other and your skin felt aflamed by his absence. But... you'd be lying if you said you didn't find a sick pleasure in watching you and him squirm under each other's heavy gaze, seeing how long either of you could last before one of you bites the arrow and takes the other.

"(F/N)."

You jolted at the sound of your own name and looked up into Link's blown-out pupils and barely parted lips, moistened with spit. Not a word was spoken between the two bodies; a velvety darkness took hold of your chest and you absently felt your feet march over to your husband before locking lips with his in messy desperation. Your hands explored the warmth of his skin, rubbing the back of his shoulders, his face, his chest. With a small tug on your wrist, you fell into his lap and he steadied you with level hands. You rolled your hips against his aching cock, teasing his stiffness with every sultry sway.

His lips latched onto your shoulder and his teeth sunk into the soft flesh, feeling your body shiver against his. He moved in time with your motions, rocking you faster against his dick that sweltered with desire. His chair skitted back and his hands flew to your ass, squeezing the soft, plump flesh as he carried you to the bedroom. Your legs hugged his torso to keep yourself up as he blindly fumbled with the doorknob, impatience ticking both your features.

He swung the door open, the shockwave from the sudden slam knocking down whatever trinket or picture was hanging on the wall. You paid little mind to the clamor of knick-knacks as Link tripped onto the bed, his back sinking into the soft mattress and you adding to his weight. You braced your hands on the sides of his head while his found your hips, fondling and diveting the soft flesh.

Languid lips moved with his before traveling towards his jawline and down to the soft skin of his neck, lapping it with butterfly kisses. A shaky breath all but stopped at the base of his throat as he saw you trail red, hot pecks along the dip of his shoulder and down to his chest, assaulting his lust-stricken senses with a campaign of pleasure. You looked up at him teasingly, swirling the tip of your tongue about his perked nipple.

Link's eyes fluttered close as a breathy sigh left him, his hips bucking wildly against your own. He tried so hard to catch his breath, but every roll, every graze, everything flared a white flame throughout his core. His mind was slipping, he could feel it, but by the gods did he do his damnest to savor every little sensation he would feel tonight.

Your hands quickly discarded your undergarments and flew to the hem of your shirt, tossing it aside like you've done hundreds of times before. Link followed suit, doing the extra step of lifting his hips (you still on top) to shimmy his pants off. He kicked the offending fabric off the bed and you both sighed, enjoying the pleasurable tingles the cool night air brought to your hottest spots. You lifted yourself and slowly rubbed your folds all over him, drinking in his dirty mewls like it would be the last thing you tasted. Something dark snapped into your husband's eyes as a hand left your hip to cruelly flick your sensitive bundle of nerves.

A whine lapsed out of your mouth and you bobbed your dripping cunt up and down his tip. A growl countered your moans while his thumb rubbed long, teasing circles about your clit. Nails dug into the swordsman's thighs as tears clouded your vision.

"You want to play this game?" His eyes read. "Fine. Let's see who wins."

You're unceremoniously pushed forward by his limbs and your chest lands squarely atop his face. Link's muffled moans hummed between your mounds and you sighed, head lolling forward. You scooted your hole closer towards his propped thighs, dipping just past his angry head and taking a little bit more of him in your cunt. You whorled your hips slothfully, savoring the way he rubbed every corner of your entrance. Teeth dug punishingly into your nipples and worked the small buds until they were raw and red from abuse. A hot, sloppy tongue swirled around the aching buds, matching the pace with your hips.

It took everything in you to not let out the sweet cry bubbling in your chest as you pulled and twisted his soft golden locks, determined to break this man before he broke you. Without any warning, you rammed your cheeks against his thigh, taking all of him in one go; you both choked as you stretched to accommodate his length and girth while your caving walls sent him to cloud nine.

Link was the first to cry out, with you following shortly after. Still remembering the game you were playing, you slid off him almost completely before slamming yourself down again with a force that got him seeing stars. Knuckles tightened around your waist and nails dug into your supple softness as the man beneath you writhed with untold pleasures. Your throbbing heat begged you to wait, to adjust to his size, but you were so focused on getting him whimpering under you that you brushed the sensual shock off.

Link adjusted himself slightly to naturally hasten your rolls; you also adjusted yourself in a bid to level the control you had over him. You decided your gait, not him. Soft hands went to pry the battle-worn digits off your side but were promptly met with a sharp slap over your wrists, gluing them to one spot. As he positioned you slightly angled above his pelvis, his smirk countered your falling expression as you began to realize the compromising position you were in.

Not wasting any time, Link roughly entered your hole, keeping you right where he wanted you for maximum pleasure. His sudden entrance elicited the sweetest calls for his name and you threw your head back, barely keeping yourself together. Try as you might, you couldn't wriggle free from his grip (though he loved watching your futile attempts, your countenance contorting into the prettiest, sluttiest faces). Your hands twitched and convulsed, wrists writhing uselessly against your side as he hastened his thrusts.

"Nngh! Link! S-Slow--please!"

"Hm? What was that?" He asked coolly, exertion inapparent in his voice.

"T-Too fast--Link, I c-can’t--"

"Oh, but you took me so well last night. Besides, I'm having fun watching you struggle like this." He snickered, watching the rebellious glint in your eyes dull into something lustful. You were trying so hard to pry from his grasp. You thought you could break him first? How cute.

Link's head rolled into the bed as he felt you stretch and expand with every thrust, locking his cock in a vice grip. Gods, you were so tight. And warm. And wet. He cursed under his breath as he watched your juices pool at the base of his cock. His clasp unknowingly began to loosen.

Slackening just enough for you to wiggle free. He gasped, no longer feeling your convulsing hands under his and before he knew it, those same hands that got you under his control were pinned above him. You laughed something wicked as you sat promptly on his dick, stilling his wild pistoning. He felt small under your piercing gaze, like some prey item looking up at its predator. You leaned down and nipped his ear lobe, a soft whine escaping him.

"My turn." You purred, rolling against him painfully slow and giving your abused cunt a much-needed break. A groan rumbled out of him the instant he stopped pounding your insides at unimaginable speeds. You fought the wrists that tried to pull away from you and locked his lips with yours, tongue and teeth mashing sloppily against the other. Frustrated at your own slow pace, you took your rolls up a notch--fast enough to keep his mind from imploding but not enough to give it the release he craved.

"Please, just a bit faster..." He sputtered, pleading.

"Do you really think you're in a position to be giving orders?" You cooed. "Don't rush me."

Your hips lulled into a steady rhythm that was a step faster than what you were previously going. Link turned into a fumbling mess under you, filling your bedroom with his begging whines and gasps for more. With one hand still pinning him down, the other grazed the various scars that littered his abdomen. Your tongue swiped your bottom lip while you watched the outline of his abs convulse with each pleasure-stricken breath. Every one of your touches, every one of your kisses, every sloppy squelch your wet hole made as it took him whole fogged his mind with ecstasy.

"Mm! You've been so good... Letting me use your cock..." You whipped your hips forward, grip tightening around his wrists. The Hero of Hyrule's pathetic little whimpers traveled to your ears and you looked down at the whining man squirming underneath you, tears prodding his eyes.

"You like that? Hm? You like it when I bounce on your hard, hard cock?" You accentuated each word with a snap of your hips. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a cry of pleasure.

"Please... Please, let me touch you--feel you... I need it, please..."

"Not yet darling," you kissed his tears away, giggling as more came to replace what was lost. You felt him swell inside you and you moaned. "Fuck, Link..."

You leaned back, resting on his thighs for support, and gyrated your hips in a circular motion. Link was practically screaming, begging, imploring you to grab you, hold you, anything just please--

"Nuh uh uh," your sing-song voice dripped with a lusty venom. "The moment you lay your hands on me, I stop. Got it?"

"No!" Blue eyes shot up to meet yours, mortified. "Don't stop! Whatever you do, just don't... Ah... Don't stop..."

You fucked and fucked this man until your thighs clung to his with sweat. Link pressed his face into his bicep and his hands balled into pale fists, shaking as he fought the urge to overpower your teasing self and ram his throbbing cock against your sweetest spots.

"You look so pretty, Link... Gods, absolutely gorgeous." You gingerly pulled his face to look at you. "Don't hide from me, I want to see you..."

You sunk your chest into his as your hips lifted and snapped down with a lewd squelch. He let out a noise between a gasp and a yelp and he bucked his hips up to meet your cunt. You hovered in the air, low enough for Link to slip in and out of you but high enough where he couldn't immerse himself wholly. A race of obscenities slurred out of his mouth.

"P-Please (F/N)... Can you come down a little lower for me? I need you... Need you wrapped around me..."

"Mm... I'll think about it." You laughed darkly as Link strained harder to fill you up with his cock. Eventually, his breathing became haggard and you felt his heart thunder in his chest. He threw his head back and chanted your name like something holy. Your lips left bluish welts all over his alabaster skin and you pulled away, admiring your masterpiece.

"So pretty... All right, I'll give you what you want..." You began lowering your hips--barely at first--while Link sang your praises, feeling the lower half of his dick be squeezed by your tight, wet walls.

"You fill me up so well, baby..." You rolled your hips faster, faster, faster. "Fuck, you're so big...!"

Link's abs suddenly crunched up and you yelped, slipping into his lap. Rough hands pulled you off him and spun your body round, faceplanting you into the soft sheets. He scuttled you closer and poised your ass in the air, taking a moment or two to appreciate your hole pulsating with want. His torso dipped into the arch of your back, sending hot breaths up your spine and into your ear.

"It's been fun, but..." He licked the sensitive spot under your ear, melting into your moans. "I'm gonna make you mine now, okay?"

Two fingers curled into your needy hole and thrusted at mind-numbing speeds. You screamed into the fabric bunched at the foot of your bed, fists balling uselessly in response to his merciless onslaught. As if your mind wasn't wrecked with enough pleasure, another hand snaked around your waist and dipped down your pelvis, kneading your swollen clit. The simple motion almost got you coming undone by his fingers.

"I'm gonna make you regret teasing me for so long." He hissed, his sexual frustrations turning into something sadistic.

As quickly as they entered you, his fingers pulled out and rubbed your slick all over his throbbing cock. He pained to feel your tightness vice around him, but Link was a patient man.

"You're such a tease, you know that? Gods, look at you... You're making a mess of our sheets." He hummed, rubbing his twitching head along your folds. "Whatever will you do to make up for this?"

"A-Anything!" The word flew out of your mouth before you could catch yourself. "Just please--please fuck me already!"

He chuckled evilly, prodding your entrance deeper. A whine wrenched from your throat and you tried pushing your cunt against him, but you were kept firmly in place with his hands.

"Begging's a good look on you, darling," He sang sweetly. "(F/N), you're gorgeous... Spread out so beautifully for me..."

Whispers laced with obscene praises overtook your senses as you felt your husband slowly fill you up, making sure you felt every sweet inch seep into your core. No words could explain the unholy heat that spread from your core to your fingers, tingling them with mind-rocking sensations. You felt his pelvis against your ass and you both let out a pent-up sigh.

Not a moment later, his hips snapped to life and you were completely at the mercy of the Hero's thrusts. Your breasts spilled into his hands, a wave of soft flesh lapping the other side of his palm with every forceful thrust. The other hand reached for your abused folds and rubbed your clit, each swirl more feral than the last.

"So good... So good for me... Your body was made for me..."

You were sobbing at this point. Shaking. Screaming. All for your beloved Link. He fucked every sense of coherency from your mind, filling your brain and cunt with nothing but him. He straightened his back and burrowed his fingers into your hips, admiring the little crescents his nails left behind. The air behind you stirred and the burn of a slap seared into your bouncing cheeks, lodging a pained whine in your throat. He rubbed the swollen handmark, loving the red that grew to settle on your skin and traced your relatively unmarked back that was practically begging to be marked by him.

He started with gentle kisses and tonguing here and there, gauging your expression (or moans) for discomfort. A high-pitched mewl acted as permission for him to continue. He followed the natural curve of your spine, teething the soft flesh and suckling so contently. He initially took his sweet time marking you, but the thought of his bruises painting your skin spurred him faster, rougher.

He bit the back of your shoulder and dragged teeth and tongue to your neck, his home. You felt him breath deeply, no doubt getting drunk off your scent and the smell of sex that clung to the air. You suddenly felt a hand burrow into your disheveled, sweaty hair and he pulled you up, pressing your body flush against his. The modified position allowed him to reach even deeper and at speeds he hadn't gone before.

Digits wrapped about your chin and neck, prying them sideways to make way for even more hickeys. Each mark still wrought your skin with a heat you could never get used to, no matter how many times he claimed you. Moist lips covered the shell of your ear as a husky whisper wormed through your thoughts.

"My cute lil' wife... You're taking me so well. Making me feel so good... Do you feel good too? Are you drunk off my cock yet?"

Some messy confirmation stammered out of you as lidded (E/C) met hooded cerulean. The imperceptible knot in your gut began tangling itself into tight ribbons. You were getting close.

He pulled you into a messy kiss raptured with delight, losing any form of standard structure as tongues met and coiled around the other in an intoxicating dance. You were no longer yourself, turned into a mere plaything by your loving, adoring husband. He chuckled at the dazed look in your eyes, nuzzling into your cheek.

"I love you so, so much..." His hand on your clit moved faster and faster. "Come for me, okay? Can you do that for me, my queen?"

The all-too-familiar tension grew and grew in your lower abdomen; your head lolled downward, bopping your nose clumsily against Link's. Your hand wandered to the top of his sopping-wet fingers while the other snaked around his neck. He balanced your forehead against his and locked adoring eyes with you.

"Don't look away... Look at me. I want to see your slutty face as you come..."

His velvety purr was the last push you needed to fall the over edge and into the sweet, white abyss. A scream you didn't recognize sang into his ears as you poured your juices all over his hand, your cunt shaking from the magnitude of release. The delightful twitches shot him over the edge and his eyes fluttered shut, pure unfiltered bliss kissing his features as he brimmed you with his seed.

All the strength in the Hero's legs sapped, you both fell backwards into the plush sheets, sweat and slick binding your limbs into a messy pile. Spent exhales intermitted with each other and neither of you moved, locked in warm, satisfied catatonia.

"I've never..." He breathed out with much effort, "Came so hard... In my life..."

"I think I... saw the gods." Exhausted laughs spilled from the both of you and you felt his loving gaze. You looked over at him as he tucked your sweaty locks behind your ear.

"Makes sense. You're absolutely divine, after all."

A weak slap to his bicep and a chortle.

"Must you tease me?"

"It's not teasing if it's the truth." He rubbed into your neck and sighed, feeling the post-orgasm sleepiness weigh his eyelids; your consciousness was already waist-deep into slumber. In the moments leading up to what would undoubtedly be the best sleep of your lives, he drew you closer and treated your ear with a low, tired whisper.

"I love you, (F/N)... Thank you for being mine."

#link #link x you #link x reader #link x reader smut #loz link #loz link smut #loz link x reader #link legend of zelda #legend of zelda x reader #legend of zelda fanfiction #loz smut #legend of zelda smut

[moriartyluver]

What if she does the ‘can I sleep in your bed I had a nightmare moment’ and then while he’s comforting her about her nightmare she breaks down crying🫢

Istg if a guy is pretty, like actually pretty and not looking like a donkey, then his mother is almost always GORGEOUS

Even Albert’s mom was pretty, like you can tell girlie was even more beautiful when she was younger

And then there’s his dad

🐗+🪳= “Use your head..you’re not the one who’ll be criticized if we get rid of the orphans”

🎀.

Fl being vulnerable with William >>>

I want to add a chapter with William telling fl about his childhood and just being really soft and open with her in a very William way (hopefully not OOC) but I have no idea where to place that. Maybe they can have a ‘Ill tell u my trauma if u tell me yours’ moment 💀

Pretty men always have the best looking mothers idc. Tbh William’s mother was probably so gawd damn fine because imagine will as like an older female version.

He makes me so sad sometimes

Albert’s dad was so fucking ugly AND he was a piece of shit. Like pick a struggle oml

#—a’s anons 💄 #—false lovers 💋

[koishua]

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗦

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: lee jooyeon x fem!reader. 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: fluff. 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧: 0.575k 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: very light injury (?). 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦: in which a stray ball is what it takes for him to finally be able to speak to his crush at the local park.

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: omg guys it's happening im writing for them at last hehe. this is very unedited oml im very impatient anyways— reblogs and/or feedbacks are very very loved and appreciated around here! hope you enjoy and ty for reading <3

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧: @kdyism @yourlocalhotgf @beombon (click here to be added to my taglist!)

“come on, man. i didn’t think that you were one to be this way.”

sitting on one of the wooden benches, jungsu watches as his friend balances a soccer ball on his forehead. he sighs, shaking his head at the thought of the jooyeon, out of all the other quieter friends he has, being hesitant on approaching someone. 

the ball rolls off his head when jooyeon loses his balance for a brief moment. he promptly sinks down to run a hand through his luscious locks, resting on the grass. jooyeon takes an inconspicuous glance at your figure, playing a small match of volleyball with your friends at the other side of the decently large park.

the boy with the highlighted hair slumps over the long plank next to jungsu, “i can’t just go up and be like, oh hey! you’re absolutely gorgeous, want to hang out later? i think i might have developed a crush, that is bigger than my ass, on you.” 

he urges jooyeon to open his mouth as he aims a candied almond for him to catch, “who knows when she’ll ever come here again. just go there and face her already, man.”

just as jungsu is about to fling the small piece of almond into jooyeon’s agape jaw, a ball flies, hurtling at great speeds to hit the back of the awaiting boy’s head. he blinks at the unexpected contact, disoriented by the force of the object, “what was that?”

a palm rubbing the point of impact on his head, he twists his body around to where the ball had come soaring from. through his bouts of laughter, jungsu whispers hysterically, “oh my god, jooyeon. that’s your girl coming towards us, isn’t it?”

senses deaf to anything that isn’t related to you, jooyeon almost even forgets about the throb on the back of his skull. he gulps nervously, waiting with baited breath as you approach him with an apologetic smile, “i am so sorry. my friend hit the ball a little too hard and it bounced off of my arm. are you alright?”

jooyeon bites back the urge to shake his head, ‘no, i am definitely not alright. far from okay even when you’re this close to me.’ 

“oh, no worries! it didn’t hurt much at all.” jungsu watches as his friend grabs the ball lying on the grass with both hands, handing it over to you. he hides a devilish smirk behind his hands resting in front of his face, propped up by his elbows resting on the table, “are you sure you are okay, jooyeon? you did look pretty out of it when it hit.”

your brows furrow in concern while jooyeon whips his head around, mouthing all sorts of words at him as his ears begin to flush around the tips. he turns back around to face you with a reassuring smile, “no, really! i’m quite okay, he is just teasing me. no worries, here’s your ball.”

“oh,” you thank him, giving him one last smile before stalking away from the two boys’ vicinity, “sorry again. you’re jooyeon, right?. i’ve got to get this back to the court, so i’ll see you around!”

feeling his knees giving out under him, he lies on the ground with his limbs sprawled all over, a sheepish grin painted on his lips. “jungsu, she was so pretty, wasn’t she?”

said friend nods, desperately trying to hold back his howls, “sure, yeah.”

#xdinary heroes scenarios #xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes jooyeon #xdinary heroes jungsu #jooyeon x reader #jooyeon imagines

[peculiarscriptures51]

The one where there’s turmoil (JJK)

🌺I totally forgot I wrote this oml

"What's up with you?" Yoongi asked their maknae, who walked into the dressing room, pacing and ignoring everyone. Clearly something was up.

As expected, the younger didn't answer, keeping his gaze down as he made slight movements to rehearse his dance routine. Jungkook had a big role to play for this particular performance, and he knew he couldn't afford to lose his focus on this.

"Yah, Jeonggukie, hyung asked you something." Jimin addressed, stuffing his fist in his pocket as he waited expectantly for the younger to respond. At the moment it was hard to take Jungkook seriously, especially considering how he was acting so silly just the night before.

Kook only shakes his head, his stylist fixing his blazer for a moment before adjusting his eye make-up. Jimin and Yoongi share a knowing look, Jungkook looked pissed about something. And, as usual, didn't open up about it.

Jimin chuckled dryly at their maknae's antics, thinking it was something incredibly minor. "Yah, is it about Joy?" He started to tease, knowing their maknae would get flustered.

Before Jungkook could react, Jin eagerly joined the conversation, always willing to tease the younger. "Jiminie you shouldn't joke about such things... Of course it's about Joy! He's probably irritated that she-"

He stopped when he noticed the fiery look in their maknae's eyes. Jungkook remained quiet but he had anger in him. He tucks his shirt in securely, ignoring his hyungs, who suddenly stopped their joking once they realized the gravity of it. Jungkook was truly bothered.

But it didn't matter at the moment, they were called onto stage. Jungkook heads to his position, getting ready for his cue. He fixes his ear piece, and in doing so, hears his hyungs whispering amongst the bustle of producers and staff preparing everything around him.

"Something's going on."

"I think it's serious."

"Do you think Joy has anything to do with it?"

"Are they okay?"

Jungkook sighs internally, fixating his eyes at his feet as he tries to focus....

Who the fuck was she talking to on the phone?

It's all he's been thinking about since he left the hotel. His music cue starts, and as usual, he nails every move for the performance. Naturally, his eyes start to wander in the audience, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to find Joy amongst the crowd.

Why was there a baritone voice on the other line? And more importantly, why did she say 'I love you' in English to it? Kook was pretty damn sure he was the only man involved in her life, at least he thought he was. It wasn't just what she said, but how she said it. Her voice was hushed, as if she was nervous or being discreet. She had her back turned and looked as if she was weary of someone - or maybe Jungkook - noticing.

She wouldn't cheat on him, would she? No. It couldn't be.

He hears cheering, eyes immediately landing on the gorgeous woman in the crowd. Joy stood out, but always located herself in different parts of the venue. Often times he couldn't even see her from the stage.

How could she cheer like everything was okay? As if she wasn't betraying him? Jungkook admitted, he felt angry - more than angry. He saw the smile on her face fade a bit, and he didn't miss a single step watching it. He threw himself into the performance, earning very subtle glances from his members.

It hurt him to think she'd do this. Maybe there was a way to get back. Honestly, if she were to talk to other guys and then turn her back and cheer as if nothing happened, then what was to stop him from doing the same? There was this pretty dancer for another group's act. She was kind of clingy to him and until now, she wasn't very appealing to him. But the more he glances at Joy the more attractive the other girl becomes.

What was there not to like about a cute, short, fair-skinned girl? She had long brown hair that was curled and a cutesy outfit that suited her bubbly personality. He first spotted her singing along to her unnies' song during group rehearsals, and her voice wasn't too bad either.

The crowd erupts into cheers as the performance ends. With his plot in his mind, Jungkook keeps a neutral face, going to find the girl. He hoped she hadn't left yet, as her performance was already over for the night.

Joy wasn't sure why Jungkook kept glancing at her the way he was. There was a hardness to his eyes that she couldn't make much sense of. Occasionally all the members on stage gave her a worried look at some point during the performance.

She sneaks backstage, showing her VIP card to a security guard, who already knew her by her face. Joy was very friendly after all. The crowd cheers as the next idol act comes on.

Joy walks through the busy corridor, dancers and staff shoving past her. In all the commotion, she noticed the arm of a familiar glittery black blazer disappear into a room, dragging with it a young girl in a sexy outfit.

Joy furrows her brows, realizing she'd stopped in her tracks to process it. It couldn't have been her boyfriend bringing that girl into that closet.... It wasn't his milky white hand and toned arm that the girl was holding. It couldn't be. He wouldn't... he wouldn't hurt her like that, would he?

Joy takes small steps, realizing the door had never been closed completely. She heard his voice, not what he said, but he was speaking.

No...

Her conscience was screaming at her, but she couldn't stop herself from looking further. She approached the door, peeking just enough to not show her face. And her eyes widen at the sight of the girl pressed up to her boyfriend. Her face cupped in his hands as he spoke to her. Her small, pale hands gripping his muscular arms....

"I've had my eyes on you all day..." Were the words that left his lips in a gentle whisper. A tone that Joy was sure was reserved for herself. Joy didn't need to hear anymore; her heart had imploded. Her chest hurt to no end, without a peep, she turned and walked away.

She had to get away from here. She needed to be as far as possible from that closet, the building, hell she'll be far from the city.

All this time, she put so much trust in him. Jungkook wasn't like this. Why would he do this so suddenly? There was no inclination, no statement, no hunch - nothing. Yet he glares at her from stage and sweet talks a back-up dancer.

She felt choked by the pain, she couldn't breathe, and if she did it would come out as a pitiful sob. But she refused to sit in a stall and cry. Joy didn't want to risk seeing him.

She heads to the break room, reserved for BTS, grabbing her bag and jacket. Hoseok and Taehyung spot her from a distance, "Joy!" They call in unison. But she doesn't spare them a glance, doesn't look at them, she can't even muster the strength to lift her head, focusing all her energy on leaving the building. Because she knows that if she responds, she will unravel right before them. She needed to be strong, at least until she felt she was safe enough to be in an environment that she trusted herself enough to be vulnerable.

She shrugs her jacket on, starting to turn toward the door. Namjoon grabs her arm, having been informed about Jungkook's mood prior to the performance. And now here was his sister-in-law, who was very upset. "Joy, what happened?" He demanded in English.

She bites her lips, feeling her chest lurch abruptly. Painfully, she takes a breath, pulling away and storming out the nearest exit.

She wipes her flowing stream of tears, pulling out a cap and mask from her bag before placing them on. She put on a massive pair of sunglasses as well, the only parts of her face that were exposed being her forehead and nose.

It hurt so much. Each beat of her heart made her chest throb, her core was struck with an overwhelming sense of hurt.

She left the venue, and checked into the hotel, packing her bags as she sobbed quietly. Namjoon kept calling her phone. Every member was texting her number, even HYBE staff were blowing up her phone.

Joy didn't care. She just knew she wanted to avoid one number for certain. She snatched her phone from where it was charging and immediately blocked his number. With that she shut her phone completely off.

"I don't need you." She told herself, clutching her heart with a tightly closed fist. She had to move on, because if she didn't she knew she would lose herself. She didn't want an excuse. And as much as she deserved one, she didn't want an explanation. Especially not from him.

She's been hurt like this before, and was foolish enough to give a second chance, only to be shot down in the worst way possible. Joy knew she needed to protect herself first and foremost, and refused to allow for that hurt to haunt her again. She pulls her things out of the hotel, ensuring she left absolutely nothing.

But it was still hard to breathe.

🌺🌺🌺

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Namjoon demands, throwing Jungkook on a love seat in the breakroom. Surrounding the maknae were Bangtan and their managers, all of which looked very unhappy.

The young dancer Jungkook was with was scared off with a legal threat and Joon dragged Jungkook to the breakroom himself. It was time to get to the bottom of this.

"It's not what you think."

"Then what was it, Jungkook?" Taehyung demanded.

Jungkook grips the arms of the chair he was slumped in, poking his cheek with his tongue. He looked away, though the room was dead silent until he spoke. He cracked under pressure, "We didn't do anything. I couldn't do it."

"Well why the hell are you coercing that girl in the first place? Do you have any idea what could happen with your girlfriend?" Yoongi asked him seriously.

Jungkook scoffed, "Honestly, hyung, I doubt she cares."

"That's where you're wrong. Because you jumped to conclusions. Why would you do something like this, Jungkook?" Jin responded, all of them nodding for him to go on.

Jungkook sighs, he couldn't believe this. How could they take her side? Why was everything against him? She was the one cheating.

So he explained himself, what he saw as he was leaving the hotel room. "She was on the phone when I got out of the shower. It was another guy on the phone. She was quiet when she was talking to him, and then she told him "I love you." Tell me you wouldn't be pissed at that!"

Namjoon sighs, shaking his head, Jungkook scoffing at the reaction. "So I'm in the wrong because she was unfaithful? You wouldn't be angry if Alex did the same thing?! Hyung-"

"No, Jungkook, I wouldn't be," The rapper meets his eyes, folding his arms. "Because that man was her father."

Jungkook sits back, pondering it. That couldn't be, Joy stopped talking to her father. She and Alex both did, years ago, long before they'd even met. How could she be talking to her father? Why so suddenly?

"I know it's a bit hard to believe, but..." Namjoon sighed. "He called Alex this morning to apologize for all the turmoil he's caused her. And they were on the phone for a while. Alex told me he had intentions of calling Joy, too. And he did. The one time this man keeps his promise to his daughter and you go and wreck her world. And for what? Jealousy? Assumptions? Don't you trust Joy?"

"Of course I do," Jungkook's voice cracked, he massages the palm of his hand with his thumb, a habit he has when anxious. What the fuck had he done? He practically ruined their relationship. "She means so much to me. Where is she? I have to-" he started to stand up, only for Jimin to gently push him back down. Because this was going to be another hard pill to swallow.

"We don't know where she is right now. She could be anywhere in the city at this point." He sighed.

Fuck. Jungkook leans over, putting his head in his hands. What the fuck had he done? He lost the love of his life over something stupid like this. He sighs shakily, raking his fingers through his hair. At the moment he didn't care how pissed his stylist would be.

He reaches for his phone. "Jungkook, we've all tried calling and texting her. She's not responding. Her phone is off." Tae sighed.

"No, no...." He felt a great sense of panic. It was his job to protect Joy, no young woman should be out in a foreign city this late. "Something could happen to her. Seriously, she could get hurt! We all know how foreigners can be treated...!" His world was falling apart. The very foundation he and Joy had established was starting to crumble bit by bit and it was agonizing.

"Please... I messed up, I know I did, but-"

"There's nothing we can do. She's gone. They've searched the building, the venue, Joy is no where to be found."

"No, but she can't be far. Can't we file for someone being MIA?"

"Jungkook, don't be ridiculous," Yoongi scolded. "She's a grown woman who can take care of herself. And she's been hurt like this before. You know this. No one blames her for leaving."

Jungkook exhales a shaky breath, his face heating up. He hides his face in his hands. "Ah, Joy..." He croaked.

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She feels the vibration of her phone beneath her pillow. Joy was lying on the couch, legs stretched across the cushions. She thought she'd take a short break from all the packing. She felt physically ailed from all the hurt she'd endured these past two days.

Joy had flown back to Seoul and immediately began to pack her clothes. It was taking longer than she thought, however. She'd been moving around so much, trying to block out any thoughts of him. But it seems that the relentless emotions she felt were just too invasive. Sometimes in the middle of sifting through her belongings, her cheeks would heat up and the dams would break, tears would spill down her face. Joy would have no choice but to sit there and be with herself, unable to combat the hurt consuming her.

It sits on her chest, and once she swallows it down again the sting stays there until she literally cannot breathe. It wasn't just what happened two days prior. It wasn't just the fact that Jungkook was unfaithful. She had trusted him. All this time and effort and battling with herself to trust him. Joy tore down her boundaries, stepped out of her safe space for him. Only for Jungkook to turn around and appeal to some young girl.

Was she not good enough? Of all the ways to break her heart, did it have to be done in such a cruel and undermining way? Especially knowing that Joy had a boyfriend that did this to her once, but to a worse extent. Couldn't Jungkook have admitted he lost feelings for her? Told her she wasn't good enough? That she wasn't a Korean girl and could never equate to being one?

The vibration against her ear was hardly acknowledged, as the pain she swallowed before began to resurface. She felt it proliferating in her chest and slowly start to seep into her limbs. It made her weak. Joy didn't have the want nor energy to eat anything because betrayal like this made everything hurt.

She didn't want a role in his life any longer. She would disappear off the face of the earth as if she were never present in his life to begin with. Clearly, that was how he wanted it to be.

She knows she has to move on, but how could she start? Joy could barely sit up without drawing in a sharp breath. There's a loud knock at the door.

She hoped it wasn't him. The banging continued. Joy closed her eyes, a shaky breath leaving. She'd heal from this wound on her heart soon. She had to. Truly, she must be quite pathetic to be hurt this much over something so generic. Now that she thought of it, her mother's criticism was right. Who couldn't have pointed this out from a mile away? Why would he make things work with her? Perhaps he was leading her on.

The lock clicked, and Joy heard a sigh. She braced herself, opening her eyes to see Alex standing before her. "Do you have any idea how much everyone's been worried about you?" She demanded, her tone was supposed to be furious, but Alex was quite calm.

Joy doesn't reply, she doesn't think she can. She knows she's weak for staying stuck with this hurt. How come she couldn't make like her ancestors and pursue it? Move on.

"Joy, honey," Alex huffs a sigh, she sits on the cushion with her sister, moving a long loose strand of coiled hair from her face. "How long have you been like this?"

She didn't reply.

"Joy, I'm not here to tell you off. I understand you're really, really upset. You know I'm here if you need anything. But you have to answer me. What kind of sister would I be if I can't help my kin?"

Joy winces as she sits up, not having moved in a while. She feels Alex's hand on her back, "Are you alright?"

Joy starts to nod. But that was a question she didn't expect to hear in the past two days. After not speaking to or with anyone at all for two days straight, she realized just how miserable she actually was. Alex wipes the tear that rolls down her cheek, pulling her sister in close.

Joy bites back her sobs, pulling her fractures together to avoid falling apart completely. "Breathe, Joy. It's alright. It's just me here. You know I'm no stranger to tears."

Joy hides her face, letting her emotions out in a rough breath. Her pain spills down her face, soaking Alex's shirt. Alex holds her close, comforting her quietly for a good few minutes until Joy was finally breathing steadily again.

"Nothing wrong with letting some things out, remember?" Alex whispered, to which Joy bobbed her head. She wipes her face, pulling away and sitting up. "Sorry," she croaked. "I just... I cant understand why he'd do that..."

Alex nods sympathetically, thinking of how to phrase her next sentence without startling the younger. "You should answer someone, Joy. Let them know yourself that you're alive, for one. Don't feel obligated to share what you don't want to, okay? I need to go, but I'm a phone call away, okay?"

Joy bobs her head, hugging herself. She watches Alex get up and offer a smile before stepping out the door and shutting it tightly. Joy decides the devastation she felt was much more bearable than before now that some of it was unleashed.

She was just zipping a compartment of her suitcase when the front door opened. She saw his boots first, behind him was a suitcase that he stood vertically. Joy sees hurt in his eyes as he looks down at her from where he stood in the door way.

"Joy, I..." he couldn't spit out his an explanation.

Dammit, why couldn't he just speak his mind? Seeing her with tear-stained cheeks and red, sunken eyes, his heart plummeted into the depths of his core. Especially knowing he was the person that caused for such an image.

She stands up, starting to walk away and toward the staircase. She didn't need an excuse. He knew what he was doing. Apologies don't fix things. Not things like this.

Jungkook shuts the door behind him, running and grabbing her wrist as gently as he can, but he kept his grip firm. "Leave me alone." She demanded.

"Let me explain-"

"Let me go!" She exploded, her voice had a rasp to it that he was sure wasn't there before. She ripped her wrist from his hand, studying him like he was some sort of monster. She almost looked scared more than anything, but Jungkook knows that the veil over her eyes was genuine hurt.

"I- I'm sorry," He whispered. "I know everything I did was wrong. And my motifs for my actions weren't any better."

Joy's jaw was tight, she didn't spare him a glance. "Joy, I was wrong. But I did it out of spite. I was foolish and thought you were on the phone with some other guy."

She shakes her head at his words, sighing deeply before finally locking her eyes onto his. "Why didn't you trust me?"

The slight crack in her voice made Jungkook's chest sting with intense guilt and remorse. He had no choice but to admit it. He could lose her, and to Jungkook that wasn't an option. Having Joy with him or without him was like life and death. He needs her just as much as he wants her. Never had he been so close with someone before, and frankly, he firmly believed he wouldn't get that with anyone else no matter how hard he could try.

"Honestly?" She nods her head once, wet eyes hardened with steely determination. "I was jealous,"

She scoffed at that answer, but he continues. "I was jealous because I thought I was the only man in the world that got the privilege to be a part of your life. When I heard a man's voice on the other line, and you tell that person that you loved them, I... I got angry. I didn't know how to handle it."

Her eyes soften, but her face doesn't melt, she keeps her gaze stern on him, squinting her eyes slightly. "I was speaking to my father," She whispered matter-of-factly.

Jungkook looks at his feet, swallowing thickly. But his eyes snap back to her when he hears her swallow thickly. She shifts her weight, breath trembling slightly. "He apologized to me, for not being apart of my life, and..." when she blinks, a tear spills. Jungkook starts to reach to swipe it off her cheek, but dithers when she flinched. She looks away from him. "He's dying. Terminal illness, his doctor told him he has a few days to live and..." she sniffs, trying not to hiccup, but her chest lurched.

Jungkook doesn't wait for permission to comfort her. He couldn't believe he'd put her in such a horrible state for his own selfish reasons. And in a time she was very vulnerable. Perhaps that was why Alex had told him Joy was in a worse state than she thought she'd be.

The woman in his arms grips his jacket in fists, choking on awful sobs that shake her body. Granted, her father wasn't part of her life very much. But Joy clearly craved some kind of closure with him. That phone call could have very well been the last time she'd speak to him.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry, for everything."

She hiccups, pulling her face from his shoulder, turning her head as her body trembles. "I was going to tell you once you've performed, Kookie. I wouldn't ever do that to you. You know my past..."

"I do, Jagi. I'm a total asshole for not confronting you about it. But I'm here now, and I understand if you don't want-" he stopped when she shook her head.

"I just... stay with me, okay?"

He nods, rubbing her back soothingly. He presses a kiss to her hair. "I'll never be spiteful again. I promise."

They stand quietly for a few moments, he feels her arms wrap around his torso. "Jungkook..." she sounded much more at ease now, and her demeanor suggested that she felt far less tense. Her shoulders were still sunken, but at least she was relaxed.

He swallowed anxious about what she'd say, "Yes?"

"If we're going to continue this relationship you need to promise me something." Her words startled him, knowing she was seriously going through with terminating their relationship planted a weary, paranoid, and fearful seed in him. He had to keep her, no matter what.

"What's that promise?"

She pulls away, sniffling and wiping her cheeks. She meets his eyes again. Jungkook felt captivated all over again by the gorgeous chocolate orbs that caught his. He blinks, realizing he was staring.

A hint of a smile is on her lips. "We need to trust each other, and be honest. I need to trust that you'll be honest with me always, even if I don't like the truth. And you need to trust that I won't ever intentionally do anything to hurt you. Okay? Promise?"

He nods, smiling slightly. "Okay. I promise."

The curve of her plump lips spread into a smile that stole his breath, Jungkook was mesmerized to see her smile so genuinely after what felt like two lifetimes. She rests her head back onto his chest, enjoying his warmth and comfort.

Something in him said Joy deserved more than an exchange of words to serve for a proper apology. He'd make it up to her soon. Jungkook feels a smirk growing simply thinking of it, resting his chin on her shoulder.

God, he hadn't realized how much he loved this girl until he almost lost her.

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[blxetsi]

Hello! I love your blog and writing so much! May I please request modern au dating hcs for Mikasa?

tysm for requesting ilysm 🙈💥

i also went a bit overboard i hope thats okay !!

modern mikasa ackerman dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

college!mikasa ackerman x gn!reader

- eren finds out abt her crush on you. idc idc

- mf may be dense sometimes but he isnt stupid, he KNOWS what mikasa acts like when shes in the presence of her crush,, he would know bc he was one ;)

- anyways, maybe your like, going up to ask mikasa for her notes from last class, or just chatting with them to be friendly

- either way mikasa goes from 😳 to 😐 real quick

- shes very quiet which youre used to so you dont really think too long abt her lack of communication. its literally just you and eren talking at this point

- after you leave to,,, idk sit under a tree ?? erens immediately turning to mikasa being like "okay tell me everything"

- she denies the crush on u 😔💔

- but then eren tells armin.

- and eren has a big mouth so who knows who else he told ??

- so finally, after beating up eren for spilling the beans she tells her two closest friends EVERYTHING

- like from how nice your hair smells to how pretty she finds your eyes. how she loves your sense of style. she just likes everything about you

- erens like "i mean yeah theyre rlly cute but like,,, what do you like about them that isnt physical 😐"

- mikasa starts blushing HARD. and slowly goes to her bedroom in their shared apartment, before slinking back out holding a crinkly folded piece of paper.

- its something you wrote and it says "thanks for studying with me mikasa !! let me treat you to boba as a thanks. youre so sweet, ill see you next class babie"

- erens looking at the note like 😐 mf is this it ??

- armins flipping it back and forth and reading it over and over again

- mikasa just says "theyre kind to everyone. and theyre funny. i just like them a lot."

- erens like 🙄 k but armins all for it

- then they start coming up with a plan to get you to like mikasa back (even though mikasa doesnt want that)

- erens an asshole and says "mikasa i love you and you will always be my number one, HOWEVER. they might just see you as a friend, OR WORSE. an aquaintance. we gotta make u so cool that youre irresistable"

- now mikasa is a bit worried

- HOWEVER. what none of those idiots know is that YOU have had a fat crush on mikasa since you asked her for a pencil at the beginning of the semester 😍 she stared at u like 😐✏️ and u were like "omg thanks 😊" w a little blush on ur cheeks bc mikasa's hot

- i mean,, if you didnt like mikasa WHY would you have invited her out for boba ?? one, who doesnt like boba ?? and two,, doesnt that count as a date ? u didnt know but u just wanted to like ✨subtly✨ shoot your shot

- but that was almost a month ago and she hasnt said yes. so you assume she didnt wanna go

- a few days go by after mikasa tells her friends all about her crush. and like,,, they do nothing ?? what happened to the big plan of making mikasa seem like the coolest person around ?

- it turns out eren doesnt know enough about you to know what you like. and ur dumbass friends aint help either.

- so one day he finds you and mikasa coming out of your shared class, your talking about something and mikasa is just nodding with a blush on her cheeks.

- he runs up to both of you before saying "hey just to let you know mikasa has a big crush on you. and she'd love to go get boba with you 😁👍"

- mikasa gets so red in the face and starts smacking him with her binder. you couldnt stop it even if you tried

- after literally YELLING at them for their attention you just turn to mikasa like "please get boba with me 🥺" and she cant resist

- and then the rest is history 😌✨

- after the boba date you learned so much about her and vice versa. you guys were like,, closer than ever. always going to her apartment or her coming to your dorm

- you guys would have sleepovers very frequently. nothing ever happens but you two like being so close with each other

- and you guys do a lot together when you arent busy with school or work or friends

- mikasa takes you to cool museums and art galleries

- you take her to cool shops downtown and parks

- its so fun

- but you cant help but wonder if youre dating or not ?? like do you have the right to call mikasa your gf ?? you guys havent kissed on the lips but she always kisses your head when you cuddle, and you always take each other out on dates

- on the day you finally bring it up during one of your sleepovers. shes on her back and youre almost on top of her with your arms around her shoulders and your face smushed into her chest

- u just kinda mumble "are you my girlfriend ?"

- and its SILENT.

- u start freaking out bc "omg she doesnt like me 😁👍 im gonna cry"

- until she just quietly says. "yes."

- OFNWIDNKWSMWKKWKALSMQLSME

- ur gonna marry this girl 😐

- her love language ?? definitely acts of service. idc idc.

- when u sleep over shes making you tea without u asking. (u said u liked lavender tea ONCE and this bith got a whole container 😭😭)

- when you have movie nights with her, eren, and armin she always chooses a movie you like ("no we arent watching the florida project again armin cried last time" "yeah but y/n loves it so" "this feels like oppression mikasa" "okay and ?")

- is also very protective. she hears mfs in the halls talking shit about you ?? shes shutting them up with her glare

- also u know how isayama made her goth in his like, highschool thingy ?? yeah 😍

- #gothmikasasupremacy

- she makes her eyeliner and shadow messy on purpose.

- you love just laying her down on her bed and straddling her, just leaning over and doing her makeup for her (jules and anna tease 🙈✨)

- sometimes you guys go to thrift stores and pick out outfits for each other

- one time you found this GORGEOUS floral sundress and she physically shivered from the thought of wearing

- tried it on and looked SO BEAUTIFUL, but it wasnt her style 😐

- also doesnt tell her parents about you ?? not bc shes embarassed or anything but just because she knows her dad is gonna be like "who are they ? what are they like ? where do they live ? whats their major ? where are they from ? whats their zodiac sign ?"

- he doesnt do it to play the "overprotective dad" role but because hes genuinely curious and excited

- she brings you home for the first time and youre so surprised because this tall blond man is her FATHER ?? she looks so much like her mom though its not even funny

- for dinner her mom and dad made traditional japanese food 😭😭 it was so good omfg

- also this has nothing to do with dating headcanons but mikasa used to live off of lunchables as a kid. was literally addicted to the rubber like ham 😍

- her mom is so sweet, and she shows you all of the stuff she's embroidered all these years

- her dad is so extroverted, he loves telling dad jokes. you find them HILARIOUS but mikasa sits there like 😐👍

- he DEMANDS you guys play scrabble. he says it help him figure out who you are as a person. now youre scared 😁👍

- anyways

- you love giving her little kisses on her lips because one, you get some of her moisturizing lip gloss on your lips and two, she blushes SO HARD

- one time you two were on a date and you ran into her ex. whos literally so scary

- her name is annie and shes blonde and muscular and rlly hot but has that same blank stare as mikasa

- you feel kinda weird bc how did she go from being with ANNIE to you ??

- you ask her abt it and shes like "oh yeah we dated in our last year of high school. im much happier with you" and now youre feeling all giggly and happy bc mikasa doesnt lie 😭😭

- u roll around on her bed with your cheeks squished together to hide your blush bc you feel so good that she said that

- she just rolls her eyes before getting on top of you and taking your hands away from your face

- she gives u kisses all over before putting the final one on your lips. its such a soft and sweet moment with just the two of you, you cant help but confirm what youve already thought:

youre gonna marry her one day.

a/n

i REAAALLLLYYYY enjoyed making this oml. i hope u all enjoyed this !! remember: requests r open for anything aot OR u can give me ideas for other fandoms to write for

kk goodbye friends 🤩🤩🤩

#attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #armin arlert #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin imagine

[katsidhe]

could you do 9.10 and 9.13 for episode reviews.

Love your takes btw.

9.10 Final Thoughts

well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend season 9. God I love season 9. buckle in. 

Plenty of what season 9 tries to do with angel drama falls flat, but plenty of it doesn’t. It’s at its strongest when interrogating the ways that the angels are looking for personal purpose, rather than folding themselves into various suit-clad factions. In this episode, we have Gadreel, Abner, and Thaddeus, all with very different takes.

Thaddeus is the most boring of the three—a straightforward narcissist and sadist. (Lucifer will follow in his rockstar-impersonating footsteps in s12. SPN clearly has a dim view of the music industry.) We don’t care when he dies, and we aren’t meant to.

Abner’s found a family, and he’s let go of revenge. He’s clearly found peace and happiness—but it’s stolen.  I’m ambivalent about this. I guess I could take his word that his vessel was abusive and therefore deserves to have been permanently body-snatched, and I guess I could believe him when he says his new family loves him, even though they clearly don’t know what he is or what he’s done. His regard for humanity as something other than a project is… uncertain. Even if everything is as sunny as he explains to Gadreel, there is fundamental selfishness and short-sightedness here. Get what you want, Abner says, and never let go.

Gadreel asks Abner if his vessel is happy. This reveals both Abner’s scorn for his vessel, and Gadreel’s uncomfortable awareness of and respect for Sam (and his bartender vessel, who Gadreel stares at, and who accepts Gadreel back easily).

Gadreel! OF COURSE Gadreel’s gotta be the scapegoat for Lucifer’s release, HAHAHAH. I love him to pieces, oml. Seriously, the Sam parallels could not BE more blatant. I’ve talked about this before, that it makes the earned antipathy between them all the more alarming, all the more visceral. The big sticking point is that Gadreel’s years of pointless torture came prior to his “redemption” arc, rather than as a consequence of it. Gadreel has all of s5 Sam’s despair and helpless anger and self-loathing, all of his drive to set things right at any price, and all of it is amplified by his trauma.

Sam and Gadreel’s relationship is defined by its liminal spaces. Gadreel threatens to tear Sam apart, but he does not, even when he is tortured. He locks Sam away in a dream rather than force him to watch him kill, or to suffer. But when Sam forces Gadreel out, Gadreel leaps instantly on telling Sam he is weak, reciting back Sam’s fears and Gadreel’s own. This reads like Gadreel is aiming quite a lot of his own self-pity and self-hatred at Sam.

Cas’s murderous rage at Gadreel when his identity is revealed is fun. It shows that Heaven’s PR team did a good job, for one thing. But Cas is furious because it’s specifically Lucifer. And the Apocalypse, and all the attendant suffering, his and Dean’s and Sam’s. It’s a personal wrath.

“Stupid for the right reasons…” oh, Cas, your scarcity of positive human role models is showing. Also, Cas’s particular brand of reassurance here isn’t actually something Dean has a problem with. He expresses regret over having been tricked—he says he’s stupid, he says he got played—but he’s never in doubt that his intentions were good. He’s never in doubt that he did the righteous thing. He’s never in doubt that he’d do it again.

Dean apologizes to Cas for barring him from the bunker. (Sam will not receive an apology.) Cas compares what Dean did to Sam to what Cas did by trusting Naomi. There’s a key difference here. Cas’s moral compass is not the problem; it’s his critical thinking skills.

Crowley, Cas, and Dean are a hilarious trio. (Also, I really hope that Cas’s pimpmobile got to Heaven too, like the Impala.)

Crowley being genuinely sorry that Kevin’s gone and his willingness to risk his life to help Sam are the best two moments of the generally weak Crowley-has-human-blood plot line. They feel earned. [also Crowley’s ‘I told Kevin he should’ve run!’ is both accurate, funny, and sad.]

Let’s talk 4.21 parallels! I mean, first, the glaringly obvious: Sam locked down to be purged of something supernatural; Sam suffering; Dean unable to bear Sam’s tortured screams; a very atmospheric fan. Dean walking away.

and then, of course, there’s “at least he dies human.” Right off the bat, Dean tells Cas he’s going to kill Gadreel. Cas, concerned, says that this will kill Sam too; Dean, sounding tortured, says he knows. Now, obviously, Dean doesn’t kill Sam. He doesn’t even get particularly close. But it’s really interesting that this is the first thing Dean brings up! He declares unprompted that he’s ready to kill Sam rather than leave him possessed. Which is both a recapitulation of the save-him-or-kill-him mantra, and an ironic twist on the decision Dean made in 9.01. Then, Dean knew Sam would rather die than be possessed, but had him possessed anyway. Now, Dean has decided instead that Sam must die because he is possessed. Obviously Dean’s opinion on the possessing entity has changed in the meantime: Sam’s hasn’t, but Sam’s isn’t what matters. 

Dean reaches new levels of PEAK IRONY when he declares that Cas should possess Sam too. Cas has to actually point out that Dean can’t, in fact, volunteer Sam’s permission. Because apparently Dean had forgotten, lmaooo. Crowley, on the other hand, is happy to oblige. Dean directs Cas to burn Sam’s tattoo off.

The language of this entire scene is so sexual. I mean, it’s Crowley, of course it is, double entendre is his first language. But this theme recurs again and again. Here it is just more pointed than usual. It is queasy.

Gadreel has Sam trapped in a Dean-type happy place—a hunt with ghouls and cheerleaders, no organic produce to be found. And I don’t think it’s because Gadreel doesn’t understand what Sam likes. I think it’s because Gadreel’s aim was for Sam to feel comfortable, not blissful. It smacks of Hallucifer, just a bit—using the verisimilitude of Dean’s louder moods rather than trying to appeal directly to Sam’s contentment, because of his always questionable, always a question, sense of reality. If things were too smooth, too cheerful, Sam might just be suspicious. Sam is easier to trick by proxy. 

The HORROR of this episode for Sam: Gadreel washing someone’s blood off of Sam’s hands. Crowley pushing needles into his brain. Sam’s body and life as a bargaining chip as Gadreel threatens to kill him, and then as Dean threatens to kill him right back. The quiet heartbreak as Sam remembers Kevin’s death, as he realizes the magnitude of Dean’s betrayal. But the worst part of it, I think, is somehow still Sam’s face when Crowley comes to get him in the dream where Gadreel stashed him. How his expression just crumples as Crowley tells him he is trapped in a lie, that his mindscape is once again a prison, that he truly cannot trust his reality. The sheer devastation of this on top of Sam’s history, plus the knowledge that Dean did this—and he pulls himself together and puts his foot on Gadreel’s neck and casts him OUT anyway. Sam Fucking Winchester.

and then the Bridge Scene. The lighting, the staging… it’s fucking gorgeous. It’s one of those scenes where I knew as I was watching it for the first time, seven years ago, that it was going to be something. I held my breath and still hold my breath. I can’t take my eyes off the way that Sam is shaking slightly, the entire time. The way he can barely meet Dean’s eyes but he does it anyway. He SAYS HIS PIECE, says it clearly, says it with an even tone despite what he’s gone through, despite the holes in his head that were healed seconds ago.

I love the gentleness between Sam and Cas here. I love knowing that 9.11 follows this. I love that there is no question that Cas will leave with Dean—he is staying with Sam, to heal and support him, even after he spent this episode mostly reassuring Dean.

Dean does not start this conversation to apologize. He starts out with the intent to DELIBERATELY egg Sam on: “come on, let’s hear it.” It’s an incitement, because Dean wants Sam to act angry, so that Dean can feel more justified in leaving. Sam does not rise to the bait.

Dean has an excuse for every point Sam has: I had no choice, you were dying, it’s not in me, he saved your life. He says, “I did a bad thing with bad consequences and I would 100% do it again, anyway, bye.”

And then the most infuriating thing: Dean is in the wrong, so he tells the person he’s wronged, ugh, I’m just such an awful poisonous person, I’m going to burn for this. It’s so clearly wrong-headed. Intentional or not, it’s such an obvious invitation for Sam to comfort him that it might well have been embossed. If this were in e.g. season 15, or if the crime he’d committed had been less awful, I can easily hear Sam’s reassurance: no, Dean, I promise you’re a good person, we all make mistakes. It is the most toxic way possible to frame a potential apology.

The textual theme of Dean-as-poison (and, for that matter, the consequence of Kevin’s death vs. the initial crime of the possession) is an intentional muddying of the waters: Crowley, Cas, and Dean himself all bring it up in some fashion, linking some fundamental aspect of Dean himself rather than Dean’s choices to Kevin’s death. Crowley is trying to be cutting; Cas is trying to be supportive; Dean is both excusing himself and camouflaging that fact in his exhausting self-loathing. There is a complicated interplay of what the text says about Dean’s guilt and what it condemns; this pattern continues throughout s9, and reaches its apex in the next several episodes. Dean’s love as a condemning feature rather than a redeeming one is one of my favorite things about SPN, and s9 has it in HIGH gear.

But, here, at least, Sam doesn’t rise to this bait either. “Don’t go thinking that’s the problem, ‘cause it’s not.” The problem is obviously, achingly, exhaustingly clear. Sam’s spelled it out in this very conversation: you tricked me. You lied to me. You got me possessed when I was willing to die. But Dean, and a fair portion of the audience, can’t hear it. So he doesn’t. And they don’t, and they pretend that this line is some sort of puzzle! a cliffhanger on a conversation unfinished! when it was the conclusion, not the beginning.

image that is now inextricable from 9.10

#9.10 #final thoughts #I have even more to say tbh #sam and cas #sam and dean #dean and cas #sam and gadreel #sam and crowley #sam and possession #sam and abuse #dean and self-hatred #sam and forgiveness #sam and mindscapes #sam and trauma #blahdose

[hwangsify]

holy fuck (sorry to start off like this) but i just read descent to hell…. and realized this is why i love fanfiction, and romantic love.

you’ve honestly written the most beautiful story ever, and i don’t think ive ever been so invested or consumed by a one shot as i was with yours. every sentence is so perfectly placed, so poetically phrased but still manages to avoid coming off as pretentious? idk if that makes sense, but its rare to find such beautiful writing, metaphors and dialouges without it getting too carried away and i just feel that you hit the most perfect balance between a modern style of writing and a more romantic one.

ill come back to talk about my favorite bits and quotes and just realized i haven’t even talked about the plot yet. the angst was so perfectly written, just the right amount and the fluff!! how could someone not fall in love with hyunjin (the hyun you wrote) 😭

he’s written in the most endearing way, and so is their entire domesticity. the specifics of their food and meals, the daily life and atmosphere, rhe serenity and fantasy of the lighthouse, the way you made the mundane gorgeous and fantastical.

ah, i love this story so so much. i will always come back to it, because it reminds me what stories are for and what love is about.

i appreciate you and love you so much <3

and im sure ill be coming here more often soo ill just use this emoji? 🍭 lmk if that’s okay.

hi anon !! first of all, thank you so so so much for taking the time to write this paragraph, it really means so much to me <3 secondly, i'm actually so honored, your comments made me smile omg this ask made my entire fucking month !!

descent to hell is by far one of my favorite writing pieces that i've written, so i'm very glad that you enjoyed it :DDD while writing it, i tried to incorporate as many elements of nature / the sea as possible to give it an almost peaceful vibe, like you mentioned, in order to make the lighthouse seem almost like a haven. it was a) a really fucking romantic place to fall in love and b) a stark contrast to the usual busy and loud atmosphere of the outside world. not only did this provide a calm environment for hyunjin to grow and learn but also a very secluded area where falling in love was extremely easy, as they lived free from society's harmful stereotypes and ideologies.

i've honestly worried a lot about whether or not my writing style seems too "old" as a lot of the books i read are classics and i've noticed that i tend to mirror writing styles from authors i really love / admire so it was a HUGE relief to me that u found my writing style to be a good mixture between modern and romantic ! thank you so much !

and yesss don't worry i fell in love with hyunjin too as i wrote the fic 😭 i've had the vague idea for descent to hell for a very, very long time now (although i only started actually putting it down on paper a few weeks ago) and i've been able to spend a lot of time thinking about it so i think that i'm pretty satisfied with the way i wrote about hyunjin / his character development,, there's something about his innocent yet genuine aura that is incredibly endearing to me.

i tend to hate it whenever authors twist the character / idol they're writing about so that they're almost unrecognizable to how they actually are and i spend a lot of time thinking about how to characterize a particular idol so that their persona is similar to how they actually are. i mean, of course we're writing the idol completely hypothetically and we aren't actually writing the idol as they are irl, as we have no idea how they might be, but it's nice to write about them from a perspective that's more realistic. for example, writing minho as a tsundere. so i tried to write hyunjin in a way that reflects his personality and habits from his vlogs and videos. i especially focused on the more introverted / calmer side of him that the skz members often mention.

and oml please do come back to tell me about your favorite bits / parts – i'm so curious !! i absolutely adore it when the readers give me a step by step analysis of what they thought of the fic and i always enjoy reading them immensely. if u ever feel inclined to give me feedback on my writing, please do drop by my ask box :))))

again, thank you so so much for reading descent to hell, this is by far one of my favorite comments i've ever received on my writing. and yes, u can be 🍭 anon :3

#🍭 anon #📂 ask.txt #thank you again omg this is definitely one of my favorite asks i've ever received #so honored aaahhhhh #WHOEVER U ARE ILY

[dollsorwhatever]

Winter Disco

I finally have the doll I’ve wanted most from the Winter Disco lineup- Snowlicious! Actually I’ve had her for about two weeks now, but mine was defective and I had to wait for MGA to send me a nude replacement doll with a good face lol She got here yesterday and I finished styling her today!

She’s perfect. Her hair color, her makeup, the outfit..ugh. I knew she would be my favorite of this collection. Her glitter eyeshadow is amazing too, it’s this iridescent white with a blue shift. Magical.  She got her hair washed and conditioned, then once it dried I flat ironed it and put a cello on her head to get it really really flat.  I love her so much oml

Her face is not 100% flawless but she’s incredible regardless. I seemingly don’t mind some subtle flaws on these dolls which is really strange for a perfectionist like me; apparently I’ve started warming up to a little imperfection now and then.  Her outfit is very 70′s x early 00′s which I adore, the pieces are amazingly well made (no surprise bc this entire line is quality af) and what’s most interesting about Snow in particular is that she technically has two outfits- her underwear isn’t an actual part of her main outfit like the other dolls, she comes with this extra top and the bottoms need to be removed in order to put on the pants. Her pants have belt loops on them too, I was just too lazy to thread the belt into them skskks Here she is with her full outfit on, including her cute fluffy hat:

She’s so cute UGH And for funsies a picture of my full collection (and some closeups of the more recent additions, including my beloved Downtown BB and the gorgeous Uptown):

Crystal and my Swag/Bee duplicates are in a different spot since I ran out of room on the shelf lol, I think I’ll need to build an entire display for my OMGs.

DJ is amazing too, the chains on her pants are real!! Still not sure if I want to take her hair down so she’s keeping the pigtails for now.  I do have Cosmic Nova as well, but she’s getting her bangs rerooted and tinsel removed so I’m going to buy a second to leave stock, and I’m waiting on the amazing Shadow to come on the 1st of November. She’s probably my favorite OMG so far so I’m V excited for her! Will get Dollie eventually too.  So despite some issues with facial QC for Winter Disco, I’m just as impressed with this line as I was with Series 1 and the quality of the clothes and accessories might even be better, which is saying a lot bc Series 1 was already so high in quality. Definitely worth the price and I stan heavilyyyyyyyyy

#LOL surprise #omg #lol omg doll #winter disco #snowlicious #snow angel #mga entertainment #bratz #fashion doll

[benhardyisdaddy]

the breakup - part 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Ben!RogerxReader Word Count: 2,158

(HELLO it me again, here to give u angst :’) the dress and mask above are what i pictured what y/n’s dress and mask looked like but it can be an y t h ing you like oml ily guys sm <3)

You slept terribly that night. You had tossed and turned and exhausted yourself from crying. The fact that Roger had gotten his exes number was eating at you. But then again, why? You were the one who said you should take a break. But he was the one who caused you to want the break. Everything was so confusing. And that kiss. You missed the way he felt against your skin. The familiar feel of his hands was almost extinct. You had curled into a ball that night and eventually fell asleep. You were woken up by a phone call. You slowly wake up and stretch your sore muscles. You blink your eyes open a few times and rub them. Your phone keeps going off. You groan and roll over to grab it.

“Hello?” you ask, clearing your throat.

“Y/n!” says Flynn, with an excited tone.

You flinch away at his loud voice. You were not a morning person.

“Flynn, hey. What time is it?” you ask as you shut your eyes once more.

“It’s exactly 8 am and I have fantastic news to start your morning.”

You open your eyes as he peaks your interest.

“Is that so? What’s up?”

“Well,” he starts. “Do you recall a certain man by the name of Philip Chartier?”

You sit up fast, no longer tired.

“He’s a famous French painter! He’s what inspired me to become an artist! Why?” you ask, your heart racing a bit. Flynn lightly laughs.

“He had seen your work and wants you to create a piece for him! He’s holding a show downtown in five days and wants yours in it. He was impressed!”

Your heart almost stops. Is this really happening? Your biggest idol wanted your painting in his show!

“Flynn,” you whisper. “Are you serious!?”

“Yes! So get started on it. Remember, five days! It might not be enough time, but I know you can do it. I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” he asks.

You don’t know what to say. You’re awestruck. Philip Chartier wants you to paint something for his show.

“Yeah,” you whisper and hang up. You stare straight ahead as a huge smile plasters on your face. You fall back on the bed and kick your arms and legs around wildly. This is amazing! This is huge! You have to tell Rog- Oh… You stop and your smile falls. You want to go run in his arms and tell him about everything, but you can’t. Not anymore.

You jump up from bed and throw on your robe. You walk out of your room and look to the couch to see Roger, but he wasn’t there. You walk to the kitchen, but it was empty. He wasn't here. Maybe he left after your fight last night. Maybe he called Heather and stayed with her. Maybe he slept in her bed last night. You roll your eyes at that idea and go to make a pot of coffee, but freeze when your front door opens. Roger walks in with two coffees and a tiny paper bag. You catch his eyes and he looks away. He sits the coffee in front of you and pulls out your favorite bagel from your local bakery. You hesitantly take the coffee and look to Rog.

“Thank you.” you say quietly.

Roger says nothing as he digs through the bag. You awkwardly pick at your bagel as the two of you stand in silence. You sip your coffee and finally speak up.

“I have good news.” you say, perking up.

He says nothing. He doesn’t even look at you. Your smile drops. You really thought he would be interested. But no. You’re getting the silent treatment.

“It’s about my paintings.” you continue, but still nothing. You tense your jaw as you get upset.

“Really? The silent treatment?” you ask.

He finally looks up, his face emotionless.

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “You don’t think I care, so I’m gonna show you what not caring looks like. I don’t care about your job or the good news. How’s that?”

You flinch at his harsh words. You sit down your coffee hard and walk to the living room.

“My stupid job, remember?” you say loudly. Roger rolls his eyes, but before he can say anything, a loud knock is at your door. You both turn your heads toward it and look at each other. You walk up and slowly open it. In walks the boys and Mary. They’re all talking at once and Mary wraps an arm around yours.

“What’s going on?” shouts Roger above their voices.

“I’m glad you asked,” says Fred smiling. “We’ve been invited to a party, darling. All of us!” he says, looking to you. You furrow your brows in confusion.

“What party?” asks Rog.

John takes a step forward.

“It’s a masquerade actually. Not a party. Our management is hosting it for all of us.” he says.

“It’s suppose to be amazing!” says Bri.

Roger looks to you then back to the boys.

“When is it?” he asks.

Freddie smiles.

“Tonight.”

_________________________

A masquerade. Fancy dresses and masks. A party where you had to guess who is who and walk around like an idiot. Something you didn’t like to do.

“I don’t have to go!” you whine to Mary and Freddie.

You all are at a boutique as you search for the perfect gown.

“You don’t have to go, but we want you to go.” says Mary as she pulls up a beautiful pink dress from the rack.

“We’ve been searching for hours.” you groan loudly.

Freddie turns to you and places his hands on his hips.

“I’ve never met a girl who hates shopping more than you do!” he says, half laughing.

“I don’t hate shopping, I just… Okay, I hate shopping.” You all laugh.

You had been shopping for at least five hours now. You’ve been to 8 different stores and so far no success. You had your mask picked out at least. You opted for a simple black one that flattered your face. You just wanted a simple dress as well, nothing that will show you off too much. You did not want to be the center of attention at this god forsaken event. Fred and Mary were discussing the beautiful pink dress she was going to buy when something caught your eye.

Your hand reached for it and you pulled it from the rack. You gasped by how beautiful the dress was. It was dark, flowy and sparkly. Three of your favorite things. Mary and Fred walk over to you and they gasp as well.

“Oh, y/n,” says Mary.

“It’s you.” says Fred. You look up to him and smile. It was you.

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6 PM was approaching fast. You had your beautiful gown on and couldn’t stop staring at it in the mirror. It truly was breathtaking. Your mask was placed on your face and your hair was pinned up, with loose curls falling down. You looked like something out of a fairy tale. Hopefully prince charming will return your glass slipper.

You glance at yourself once more before walking to the living room. Roger stood with his back facing you as he situated his bow tie. He had chosen a black and white tuxedo for tonight's event. He slowly turned to face you and he stares you up and down. His mask is simple like yours, but white. His hands drop from his tie as he takes you in. Your face turns hot as you half smile. His jaw tenses as he looks down to the floor and then turns to walk away from you. He grabs his coat and walks out of the apartment, leaving you there alone.

Your heart drops at his sudden actions. You look around and exhale. So that’s how it’s gonna be. You grab your purse and lock the door behind you. You walk in front of your building and spot a long black limousine waiting in front of you. A window rolls down and John’s head sticks out.

“Wow!” he says, looking you up and down. “Your chariot awaits you, my dear.”

He opens up the door and you can’t help but smile. You quickly slide in and are greeted by everyone. Brian’s eyes open wide at the sight of you.

“Wow,” he whispers. “You look beautiful, y/n.” he says.

“Thank you, Bri.” you say blushing. You look over to Roger and he quickly looks away. You feel Mary place a hand on your leg and squeeze it reassuringly.

“Tonight will be fun!” she exclaimed. Everyone cheers with her.

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You finally arrive to the event as Brian helps you out of the limo. You look up at the giant mansion standing before you. It’s white and possibly the largest house you’ve ever seen in your life. Multiple cars were pulling up in the roundabout driveway. They were all dressed in extravagant gowns and some had on masks that were ridiculous. Suddenly your mask felt very sad compared to theirs. You look down and take a step forward. Mary grabs your hand and smiles. You look back to Roger, but he’s already watching you. You turn around and try to clear your head.

You walk up several steps when suddenly a man dressed in a tuxedo rushes to you. He has a serious look on his face as he greets you.

“May I take your purse and coat, madame’s?” he asks Mary and you.

“Oh, uh sure!” you say back, handing him your stuff. He slightly bows and takes a step back allowing you to proceed inside. When you enter the doors, classical music fills the air. A giant ballroom is decorated in gold and white. It’s like something out of the movies. Diamond chandeliers cover the ceiling as gold designs fill up the walls. The middle of the room is filled with people dancing, gliding back and forth. 

A man walks up to you with a golden tray in his hand. He bows his head as he says nothing, but holds up the tray. Tall glasses filled with bubbling champagne stare at you. You and Mary take one and thank him. He walks away as you sip the sweet drink. You turn and watch as the boys are swept away by people that want to talk to them. You attempt to stay close to Mary, but Freddie ushers her over to him as he introduced her to someone. You try to look for Roger, but you can’t spot him. There are so many men here wearing a black and white tux. You squeeze your way to the back wall and slowly sip your drink. You watch everyone when suddenly someone stands next to you.

“You can’t possibly be here alone.”

You look up and man is smiling, looking down at you. He has piercing green eyes and a purple mask covering some of his face, but you can still tell he was gorgeous. You return a smile.

“I’m not,” you say back. “I’m here with my friends.” He nods.

“And where are these friends of yours? Why are you alone by a wall?” he asks, laughing.

“They’re all talking to people. Something I very much don’t like to do.” You finish your drink.

“Ahhh, that makes sense then.”

You look around and finally spot Roger. He had a glass of champagne in his hand and he’s talking to a blonde that’s in a very short black dress. You know deep down you shouldn’t be jealous, but you were.

“Would you like to dance?” asks the man.

“Yes!” you say a little too quickly.

He chuckles at your eagerness and takes your hand. You place your drink down and follow him. He places a hand on your hip and the other in yours. Your free hand is on his shoulder as the two of you start moving. You feel someone watching you, but you don’t dare to look. You keep your focus on the man instead. He smiles.

“Roy,” he says.

“Y/n,” you say back.

“Well, y/n,” he starts. “You look absolutely beautiful if I might say.”

You blush and look down.

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Roy laughs at this as you lean even closer to him. You peer over at Roger who’s now whispering something in the blondes ear, that makes her giggle. You look away and sigh.

“So, y/n,” says Roy. “Would you like to go back to my place?” he whispers.

You look back to Roger and tense your jaw.

“Yes.” you say, still staring at him. It’s as if he had heard the two of you, because as you said yes, his eyes looked over and locked with yours. You drop your hand and grab Roy’s as the two of you start walking to the exit, your eyes never leaving Roger’s.

Two can play at this game.

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Love is a Polaroid (Roger Taylor x reader) Chapter 5

A/N I”m super exctied for y’all to read this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it.

Of course thank you to @sweet-ladyy​ for beta reading and editing. She’s such an angel for putting up with me oml, please go check out her writing.

Word Count: 3k (y’allll longest thing I’ve written)

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, angst if you squint

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You never spent so much time deciding what to wear on a first date. You threw another dress on your bed, where your sister, Katherine, sat. 

               “(Y/N), it’s just a date,” she insisted. “A first date.”

You rolled your eyes and threw a skirt at her. “Yes, but a first date with him!” 

You turned back to your closet and go through the racks, making a silent note to go shopping for better clothes later. 

               “Why don’t you wear this blouse with the skirt you just threw at me,” Katherine suggested, holding the two pieces together. You bit your lip looking at the combo, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. “Seriously, you’d look amazing in this!” 

               “I suppose it’s not too bad,” you conceded, taking the articles of clothing from her. 

               “Plus the skirt gives easy access,” Katherine smirked. Your face turned red quickly and you smacked her leg. 

               “That is not what I want on my first date,” you growl. Once you were changed, she helped you do your hair in a simple half-up, half-down bun and a simple face of make-up. Looking at yourself, you didn’t see anything special, just another girl looking to impress a guy she liked. 

               “What’s wrong?” Katherine asked, noticing your frown. 

               “Nothing!” You shook your head as you stand up and brush past her. “I just… really want him to like me.” 

Katherine gazed at you sympathetically. “He remembered you for six months after looking at you for five seconds while you were wearing ripped jeans and a shirt with a stain on it,” she reminded you. “If he could do that, this will blow him away.” 

You struggled to keep a smile off your face at her words. She was right. “How do you always know what to say?” 

               “Because I’m the best big sister in the world, now go grab your purse,” she instructed pointing towards your closet. You march in that direction and begin going through your purses. Just as you found one, your heard a knock at the door. You felt your blood rush with adrenaline, realizing that it was finally time. 

                “I’ve got it!” your sister called, rushing to the front door. 

“Wait, no,” you shouted at her, struggling to get out of your closet. As you exited your room, you heard  the front door open and the sound of greetings came through the house. 

“Flowers! Wow, how nice, she’ll love these.” Katherine’s voice was loud, obviously trying to make you hear her. You rushed to the door, pulling her out of the door way and shooting her a dirty look. 

You turned your attention to the man in the doorway but your found your words caught in your throat. He looked angelic in the setting sun, his hair shining and his eyes glowing as he looked at you. He was holding a bundle of roses in his hand, and he cleared his throat. 

               “Hi… Roger,” you said finally, smiling shyly. 

               “Hello, love,” he replied and smirked, making you shudder and swallow deeply. “I got these for you.” He held the roses out towards you. You took them from him, your fingers brushing each other briefly, sending a shock down your arm. 

              “Thank you… come inside while I get these a vase.”  You motioned for him to come inside, closing the door behind him. “Um, this is my sister Katherine. Katherine, this is Roger.” 

She waved at him, raising her eyebrows, making you shove her as you walked past. You heard them chatting faintly as you grabbed a vase and put the flowers in them. You stared at him, wondering why one earth he had spent the money on flowers for a girl he just met. You walked back out into the living area. 

               “Alright, we can go,” you announce, looking straight at Roger. He smiled at you, looking you up and down, making you feel very hot everywhere he looked. He nodded, sending a friendly smile at Katherine. The two of you made your way outside. 

               “I want her back by 10pm sharp.” Your sister joked as he opened the car door for you. You sent her a look and she laughed and closed the door behind her. 

               “She seems nice,” he commented, getting into the driver's seat. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. 

               “Annoying is more like it.” You chuckled, gripping your seat nervously. 

               “You look great.” 

               “What?” 

               “You look bloody amazing,” he said, glancing over at you as he began to drive. You blushed and loosened your grip slightly. 

               “Thank you,” you said softly. “You clean up quite well, yourself.” 

A gentle silence fell over the two of you. You weren’t quite sure what to say. Your grip on your seat stayed tight until he reached over with one hand and grabbed yours. 

               “You don’t need to be so tense,” he insisted, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. Somehow, his touch calmed you down almost instantly. You relaxed in your seat and looked over at him. 

               “Sorry, I just haven’t been on a date in a while,” you explained. 

               “I find that hard to believe,” he scoffed. 

You frowned. “Why’s that?” 

               “Cause you’re gorgeous,” he said as if it were obvious. 

               “Well, I don’t want to go out with every guy who thinks I’m gorgeous,” you replied. 

He didn’t reply but you continued to look at him. His features. The way his mouth creased when he was in thought, the way his hair fell slightly into his eyes, behind his sunglasses. You looked back out the window as he pulled into a park. 

               “Where are we?” 

               “I was thinking we could have a picnic,” he told you. “If I’m honest, I’m a little short on money right now so I just—” 

               “Roger,” you interrupted him. “It’s brilliant.” 

He smiled at you, setting you even more at ease. When he gotten you out of the car he took your hand again, leading your through the park. He took you into a small clearing, where he set out a blanket.

               “Brian told me about this place,” he explained as he set out plates and silverware. “He said it’s the best place to look at the the stars in all of London.”

He looked up and you followed his gaze, seeing a perfect looking glass into the sky through the trees. There was a perfect circle of branches. 

               “Wow.” 

               “Guess he was right,” he laughed. “I don’t usually go for this type of thing. Normally I take girls to a bar or a pub. Get them to dance with me and—” 

               “And then take them home for a shag,”  you finished, arching your eyebrow. “Well, why am I any different?” 

               “I was going to say, and then see a local band,” he clarified, making you roll your eyes. “But you seemed different. That’s why I asked Brian.” 

You finally settle down across the blanket from him, adjusting your skirt so it didn’t ride up your thighs. He began taking food out of the basket, an array of fruit and vegetables, as well as some homemade ham sandwiches. 

               “Rog, can you tell me something.” 

He froze slightly, at the sound of the nickname, but just for a second before he continued his actions. 

               “Anything, love.” 

               “The other day, on the phone, you seemed… upset that I didn’t think you really knew biology.”  

He glanced up at you slightly. “Uh, it’s nothing, love. My parents…” You nod at him to continue. “my parents just… wish I hadn’t stopped studying Dentistry. They think I’m focusing too much on the band.” 

You move so your sitting closer to him, nudging him to continue. He looked down at you, feeling a sudden comfort from your eyes. He reached down and took your hand again. 

               “I just, I want them to see I can do both. I can do well, and be intelligent, and be in my band.” He rubbed his thumb over your hand. “But I seem to keep screwing things up.” 

               “How do you mean?”   

               “I get in trouble, a lot,” he admitted. “I don’t mean to, I just…” He shook his head. “Let’s not talk about it. Brian made us some sandwiches, it’d be rude if we didn’t at least try them.” 

You wanted to press more on the subject of his parents, but decided against it for the time being. You reached forward and grabbed a sandwich, careful not to lose your grip on Roger’s hand. 

               “It’s nice of Brian to help out so much,” you said, taking a bite of the sandwich. 

               “He likes you,” Roger smirked. “He thinks you’ll be good for me.” 

You laughed a little, tentatively settling closer to Roger’s side. He noticed and squeezed your hand in approval. 

               “So, tell me about yourself, love.” 

You shrugged, taking a bite of one of the sandwiches.  “Not much to tell.” 

               “Oh don’t give me that, bullocks,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. 

               “What are you talking about,” You said, shrugging. “I don’t have much to say. I’m not exactly exciting.” 

               “Well, where are you from?”

               “Feltham… in West London. That’s where I grew up,” you told him, looking at your feet. “It’s nowhere special.”

               “Well it is if you’re from there,” he mused. You shoulder him, giggling at his overt flirting. 

               “Who knew you were such a sap.” You turn your cheek over your over shoulder. 

               “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Using his knuckle, he moved your cheek back so it’s facing him. Your noses were so close, all you needed to do was move forward a few centimeters and you would be kissing. You considered it for a moment, staring into his eyes you felt like you could do anything; but something warned you against it and you moved your head away again.  “Don’t you want to know?” 

               “Know what?” you dared, distracting yourself by digging into the fruit.

               “What you don’t know about me?” he supplied, cocking his head at you. 

               “Tell what there is to know.” You shoved a strawberry into your mouth with a pop. 

               “Well, I was almost a dentist.” 

You almost spit out the strawberry in surprise. He laughed at your reaction, grabbing a strawberry for himself as you cleared your throat. “I do not believe that.” 

               “Well, you better believe it, love.” He flashed one of his signature smirks at you. You blush and duck your head away from him. “I love that.” 

               “Love what?” you asked.

               “How you blush whenever I smile at you,” he grinned. 

You sputter, trying to come up with some way to defend yourself but he just chuckled at you.

               “It’s alright, love. I think it’s cute.” He raised your hand to his lips and pressed a slow kiss to the back of your hand. Somehow, his action broke the ice you had formed between the two of you. You grew more comfortable in his side, relaxing into him a little more.  Your conversations became more natural as he told you about his life and growing up in Norfolk and going to school for Dentistry  and quitting to study biology and focus on his instrument. You loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about playing the drums and being in his band. 

               “Maybe you can teach me to play the drums sometime.” 

The sun had set by now and you were both lying on the blanket looking up at the stars, still talking about your lives. 

               “I’d love to.” 

His thumb was drawing lazy circles on the back of your hand. You stared up at the stars, looking at the twinkle of lights forming a tapestry in the sky. Suddenly, a flash of light shot across the sky and you gasped, pointing with your free hand. 

               “Did you see that, Rog? A shooting star,” you exclaimed. 

               “Beautiful.” 

You turned your head to look at him, but he wasn’t looking at the sky, he was looking at you. Looking at you like you were the most special thing he’d ever seen, the brightest star in the darkest sky, the only thing that mattered in the world. You blushed, but in the dark, you doubted he could see and like magic, you suddenly found you couldn’t look away from him. His eyes reflected the night sky and they enchanted you. He brought his other hand up to your face, stroking your cheek gently, as he stared at you. He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, dragging it down slightly, and letting it snap back up as his dragged his thumb down to your chin. You nodded slightly giving him the permission he was looking for, and for the first time all night, he disconnected his hand from yours. 

He took your face in his hands and placed his lips on yours passionately. You reciprocated immediately, wrapping your hand around his neck,trying desperately to bring him closer. You pulled away for just a moment, leaning your forehead on his to catch your breath. 

               “(Y/N),” you murmured. “My name is (Y/N).” 

His eyes opened and he gazed at you. Your eyes were staring up at his as you gauged his reaction. His lips turned upwards into a lazy smile and he let out a breath. 

               “(Y/N),” he repeated. “It’s perfect.” 

He placed another kiss on your lips, shorter but just as sweet. 

               “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)” he said you name over and over again, placing a kiss on another part of your face each time. Your cheek, your  jaw, your forehead. He rolled so he was hovering over you, pausing for a moment to stare at you. “I’ll never get tired of saying your name.” 

He leaned down and pressed yet another sweet kiss to your lips. You brought your hands up to tangle in his hair while he moves his down to your sides, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. While you were enjoying yourself, you felt a wave of panic rush over you. Things were moving very quickly. Quicker than you had intended. You were still on your first date and you were practically sucking each others tongues out. You felt his hand start to slide further down your side and your eyes shot open. You pushed him off of you gently, sitting up quickly. 

               “(Y/N)? Are you alright?” he asked, sitting up as well and resting a hand on your back. 

You shot him a wary glance but rest into his touch. “I’m fine… it’s just…” You paused, feeling foolish for your caution. “I’m not… I can’t.”

You looked over at him, pursing your lips, cringing your own words. But he wasn’t angry, he nodded in understand, hooking his arm around your shoulder to tug you into his side. 

               “I’m sorry,” he began “I don’t want you to feel pressured.” 

You close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder. It was crazy to feel so comfortable with someone that you just met. It felt as if you’d known him forever; that you had been separated and reunited. All you knew is that you wanted to stay here, tucked into his side for the rest of the night; just sitting there in his warm embrace forever. He was intoxicating. His scent, his touch, it all lingered in just the right way.

               “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).” He was still murmuring your name in your ear. Even the way he said your name made your heart melt, and wished you had told him sooner, just so you could hear him say it more. 

               “Say it again,” you begged softly. 

               “(Y/N).” He kissed the top of your head. 

               “Roger,” you breathed out. 

               “(Y/N),” his voice was low, and had a gravel to it that made you shiver. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder before leaning away. He whined quietly and the sudden loss of warmth but you shook your head. 

               “It’s too fast,” you said “All of this, it’s too fast.” You took a shaky breath and covered your face in your hands. 

               “It’s alright, love,” he murmured, leaning into your ear. “We can go slow.” 

Though truthfully, Roger didn’t know how he was containing himself. The way you were saying his name made him want to have you right there until it was the only thing you could say. But, he also didn’t want to ruin this. He hadn’t felt this way before; so connected to a person that all you wanted was to be near them. 

               “How ‘bout I take you home, yeah?” He rubbed his hand in comforting circles on your back. 

               “I’m sorry,” you said quietly, keeping your face in your hands. 

               “It’s alright, love, you don’t need to apologize,” he assured you. He cleaned up quickly, taking your hand as the two of you walk back to the car. You still felt guilty for ruining your moment. You knew he was used to girls who would put out for him on a moment's notice, but you couldn’t do that. You were afraid to lose him now. Your hand tightened subconsciously in his grip and he noticed. He set his picnic basket down and stopped moving. 

               “Hey, look at me.” He turned your body so you were facing him. You still avoided his gaze but he moved your face gently with his hand so you were looking at him. “I’ve never felt the way I feel when I’m around you. And yeah, things are moving slower than I’m used to,” he admitted with a sigh, “but I’m willing to wait for it. For you.” 

You nodded, looking at your feet. He continued on to the car and opened the door to help you in. On the drive home, you drifted off to sleep, feeling secure with your hand in his. You didn’t wake up when you arrived home. You didn’t wake up when he picked you up and carried you inside. You didn’t wake up he when he laid you in bed and kissed your forehead goodnight. 

When you did wake up the next morning, you rolled over and saw a white note sitting on your bedside table. You picked up the note and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes to read it clearer. 

               See you next time?

                               Rog XX

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Stray Kids reaction: Artist s/o

A/N: Thanks for requesting! I tried to make what kind of art as vague as possible for versatility. Hope that’s okay, enjoy!

~Admin Yeong ☾

Chan: Chan would love your art and support you wholeheartedly. He would love to watch the cute little faces you make when you’re so focused. He would think it’s super cute that you’d get so shy over it. He’d probably ask you to design some future album art or merch. When you were in the middle of a project and didn’t want to show Chan until it was finished, he would try to be sneaky and look at it when you weren’t around. When you caught him he’d try to cover it up. 

“No, I wasn’t looking. I don't know what you’re talking about. But if I happened to, maybe, catch a glimpse of it, I’d say it’s absolutely amazing.”

Woojin: He’s a very supportive and caring person. When it came to your art, he was your number one fan. He would think your art was adorable and always amazed at how talented you are. He’d love to lay down next to you and admire you while you work. Whenever you doubted your art and talent, he would give you a huge encouraging pep talk. He’d always want to remind you how amazing you and your art are.

“Your art is beautiful, y/n. You’re so talented and inspiring. I love you and what you do. You create things that are so special, don’t forget that.”

Lee Know (Minho): Absolutely fascinated with your art. Would tease you when you gave more of your attention to your art than him. He’d try to give you some space so you could work quietly, but would come in to check on you and ask if you needed any supplies, food, water, etc.. When you finally show him what you’ve been working on, he would have this huge smile and tell you sweet compliments while giving you a backhug and nuzzling his face into your neck before giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

“Aw, y/n~. It’s gorgeous. How are you this talented?”

Changbin: He would be so soft for your art oml. He loves to wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder as he watched you do your work. He would brag about how talented and cool his s/o is. He’d also hype up anything you make. I can totally picture Changbin begging you to make fanart of him, in a half-joking way. And when you finally did this boy would be surprised and practically squealing over it.

“AHHH Y/N!! It’s incredible! Aish, you’re so talented. I’m so lucky to have you.~“

Hyunjin: He’d love that you’re so talented and he’d casually admire you from afar because he doesn't want to interrupt or annoy you during your workflow. He would softly giggle to himself when he saw how concentrated you were on your art. Always blushing when you showed him your work. He’s so proud that his s/o is talented but still so shy about it. He’d love to flip through your portfolio and would smile and blush at how striking your artwork is.

“Wow, you’re so good. This is amazing.”

*gif has little relevance BUT LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS ASDFGHJKL

Han (Jisung): Sometimes he would just sit and stare at your art for hours. Always so proud of you. When you were in the middle of working on your latest project. he’d try not to bug but would casually walk by and sneak a peak. He’d also love to randomly kiss your cheek while you were working. Every time you showed him one of your finished projects, he’d be amazed and compliment you as he hugged and showered in kisses. 

“Woah! It's stunning!! How did I end up with such a talented s/o.?”

Felix: He loves your art and your passion for it. Every time an opportunity came up where Stary Kids or anyone in JYP needed an artist, he would try to get you the job. Such a supportive boyfriend. But when you would be in the middle of making something, this boy would be a helicopter, hovering around to the point where it’s slightly annoying and you question why you still love him. He’s doing it out of curiosity and love. He has such a strong admiration for you. 

“I can’t help it, y/n. You’re just so talented, I want to watch~!”

Seungmin: He would be so happy that you’re an artist and would love anything you created. He would always want to know the full story and/or meaning behind each piece. Would love to talk about creative ideas with you. He would find this strange sense of comfort from just watching you so absorbed in your art like nothing else exists. He’d always praise your ability and would probably want you to teach him.

“You’re so talented! Can you teach me?~”

I.N. (Jeongin): He would get giggly over how talented his s/o is and would admire your work so much. He’d watch you intensely, trying to figure out how you create your work to be so incredible. He would jokingly say that you should draw him, not expecting you to. When you did, he’d have a heart attack. Not only was he astonished by your talent but he became so flustered and happy.

“What?? You actually made one of me?? Omg y/n! I don’t know if I can handle this. Thank you!”

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[savedbythenotepad]

so i said i was gonna write tattooed viktor and i did but i think i started something...again. look, i am weak for viktor with tattoos and i have needs!! and so does yuuri oml

It was around three in the morning when Yuuri and Phichit stumbled out of the club in drunken giggles. They were leaning into each other as Phichit’s arm settled loosely around Yuuri’s waist while Yuuri looped his arm around his best friend’s shoulder. The thudding base of music followed them out onto the streets and only dulled in sound when the sound proofed door was shut behind them. 

“Oh my god,” Phichit slurred through his chuckles. “Tonight was such a good night,” He leaned deeper into Yuuri and grinned as brightly as an intoxicated person could. “Did you see all the free drinks we got?”

“I know,” Yuuri giggled and almost tripped over a broken piece of sidewalk but somehow managed to catch himself just in time. “But if it wasn’t for your idea of wearing these leather pants then I highly doubt we would have scored any.”

Phichit let out a scoff before resting his cheek on the bare skin of Yuuri’s right shoulder. “Shush your stupid and perfect mouth,” Phichit told him, frowning deeply as he clumsily placed a finger against Yuuri’s lips. “You could get anything you wanted even if you were dressed in a potato sack.”

Yuuri’s cheeks that were already flushed with alcohol turned a slightly darker red due to the lovely compliment. “Phichit~” Yuuri whined through his laughter and reached up to press his index finger into Phichit’s cheek. “You’re silly.”

“I am.” Phichit agreed with a slow nod but his bright grin was still there as they continued to walk down the street. Their home wasn’t very far from where they had chosen to go out tonight and it was about a fifteen minute walk to and from the place. But when drunk and stumbling while having constant giggles then it took longer than usual. 

They were walking past the tattoo parlour and the neon signs were quick to catch Phichit’s attention. He halted in his steps which stopped Yuuri in his and wandered towards the wide glass window that gave him a clear view of the shop’s interior. It was decorated in nice and chic style that didn’t usually go with the stereotypical design that most tattoo parlours had. It wasn’t dark with blacks and greys and different variations of sketched skulls and monsters that were stuck onto the walls. 

It was actually the opposite of that. 

Bright colours and designs placed on the wall in neat frames that made the place more organised. There were comfy leather chairs from customers to sit in while they waited for their turn to ink their skin. It gave off a friendly vibe that didn’t make someone want to run away and also question the cleanliness of their needles. 

Phichit had pressed his nose against the glass and glanced around with dazed eyes to notice that no one seemed to be on the shop floor. The place also wasn’t closed due to the hot pink neon sign that flashed the word OPEN in timely intervals. Yuuri didn’t seem all the concentrated on what was going on but Phichit’s mind that was previously in a drunk-filled haze seemed to sharpen a little bit. He suddenly had a clear idea in his head and a smile of mischief graced his features before he turned to look at Yuuri. 

Yuuri looked back at him and they stared at each other for a moment before Yuuri’s brow furrowed. He was definitely confused and had no idea what was running through that head of Phichit’s. 

“What?” Yuuri asked, albeit hesitant. 

But Phichit’s hand had already curled around his wrist and Yuuri felt himself being dragged into the establishment. He let out several confused noises that varied in pitch as the heels of his boots clicked against the white tiled floor. He had no control of where Phichit was taking him and soon his ass was being pushed to sit down one of of the comfortable leather chairs. 

He attempted a glare but it only looked like he was squinting his eyes and ridiculously pouting his lips. Yuuri was much stronger than Phichit on a normal day and could easily carry the smaller man over his shoulder. But he was drunk and couldn’t properly coordinate his limbs. So Phichit won this round and he accepted his defeat by leaning into the chair with a sigh. 

“What are we doing here?” Yuuri finally asked after watching Phichit spend about five minutes looking at the designs on the wall. “I want to go home and sleep and possibly die,” Yuuri began sliding to the side until half of his body was hanging off the chair. “My head hurts.”

“You should get a tattoo,” Phichit said and turned to grin at Yuuri. Those dark eyes were dancing with mischief and Yuuri was immediately on guard. “A tattoo of a peach.”

Yuuri stared at him for a brief moment before asking, “Why a peach?”

“Because it will go on the curve of that delicious ass of yours.”

“Phichit!”

“What?”

“I’m not getting a tattoo!” Yuuri exclaimed before groaning as his head throbbed painfully. “Especially not when we’re both high off our heads and I’ll probably regret it in the morning,” He then paused. “...I’m definitely not getting it on my butt.”

“But Yuuri~” Phichit whined.

“No!”

Their bickering only lasted for a total of one minute when a cough came from the direction of the back of the shop. But Yuuri and Phichit turned to see who it was and it was only Yuuri’s mouth that dropped open as a soft oh mama left from his lips.

Standing towards the back of the room was a fine-looking man who seemed to be watching them in amusement. He stood tall and Yuuri would have guessed he was about 5′11″ or even 6″ and the very thought that Yuuri’s mouth a little dry. It was easy to tell that he had a strong physique covered by lean muscle that Yuuri swore he could see by the tightness of the dark purple t-shirt he worn. His black jeans looked painted onto his thighs and a stray thought ran through Yuuri’s mind which consisted of him wanted to be squeezed between them. 

His eyes reminded Yuuri of blue winter skies and his hair was silver with styled perfectly to reveal a well shaved side. High cheekbones and pink lips that needed to be kissed and a sharp jaw that Yuuri wanted to bite. Full tattoo sleeves covered his arms and the various designs sloped over muscled biceps and a few tattoos were dotted around the elegant stretch of his neck.

Yuuri couldn’t breathe. 

He was fucking gorgeous. 

“Hey,” Tall, Tattooed and Gorgeous greeted with a charming smile and Yuuri almost let out a whimper. “How can I help you two?”

Fuck.

#prev. autumnalexistence #viktuuri #victuuri #victuri #yuri on ice #yoi #viktor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #phichit chulanont #tattooed viktor #mywriting

[sainadazai]

Chapter 4

A/n ahh yesterday was bakugous birthday I love him oml everyone say happy birthday even though its late

"They say clothes make the pros, ladies and gentlemen. And behold you are the proof." all might spoke, smiling brightly as everyone exited the changing rooms.

You walked out in a group, making it difficult to see everyones costumes, but you caught a glimpse of some that were rather cool. All Might seemed to think as well his words being "This is getting me all ramped up, you look so cool!" He really is too excited for his own good.

As everyone had finally taken their places, standing scattered in a bunch of costume-clad teens, you could finally look around and take in some of the impressive ideas your classmates had. Momo, wearing a quite revealing one-piece that was a beautiful red, contrasting with a yellow belt. It was showy, but you wouldn't say she looked anything less than badass.

Might be difficult to fight her while she wears it, though. You would want any mishaps to happen for the perverts around here, or in here.

"Woah! L/n I like your costume! It fits your quirk, haha" Momo approached you, as she laughed joyfully.

It better. This hero suit design had been in the works since you were just a preschooler. A skin-tight silver body suit that stops in the middle of your thigh. Two purple stripes going down either side from the shoulder down. A zipper, metal obviously, by the slightly turtlenecked top that goes halfway down your bust. On your hands, purple fingerless gloves, with concealed brass knuckles to benefit hand to hand combat.

Then, around your left thigh, a garter that also served as storage for small capsules of your own blood, just in case you're in need of something metal, and would be at risk if you cut yourself. The capsules are secured in little pockets around the garter, a pop of red to the otherwise shiny grey costume.

However, the favorite part ever since you were little, was the boots. They were a shiny purple that rose tightly up to your lower thighs, they were fireproof material with removable silver heels. Why? Well so that you can shoot them off using your quirk at any point in battle,or, if liquified, could be used to make you float.

This was an idea you and your mom thought of after seeing a movie where a girl shot bullets from her high heels, she told you that that was a badass woman moment, and ever since badass has been your favorite compliment to give. That was at age 7. Finishing off the costume you wore thick silver and purple glasses that scanned objects for metals and told you what metals they were, to make things easier to manipulate and multiply.

"I-am sorry-"

"L/n!"

"Sorry, um thanks! Yours looks badass, too. "

"Thanks L/n."

The two of you made your way over to jirou and continued to talk, or try to talk while stuttering. As they spoke to you, subconsciously you kept on the lookout for Todoroki. He was nowhere to be seen in the mess of teens, but you did spot Midoriya having what looked to be a seizure as he conversed with a very revealed Uraraka. She looked beautiful,too. Even though her suit was skin tight, it fit her well, showing her curves in a modest but flattering way. Her most gorgeous feature,though, was her hair, so instead of your eyes lingering on her body in its glory, you found yourself entranced with the shine of her hair, and the blush on her cheeks.

Even though you were stuck in your own attempts at conversation, not paying attention to the half and half boy anymore, he was paying attention to you. His eyes stuck to your face as it smiled and your eyes when they brightened. Wandering down to your chest, luckily zipped up and away from the observing eye, your curves every little dip around your waist and hip, your legs, thigh, calf, all the muscles you'd worked to obtain since childhood. Todoroki was entranced by you, and how you looked like a hero already.

He wondered if the girls had made you their friend since you were shy, if they took you in and wanted to be your friend since you didn't have the words to ask them yourself. If so, should he do the same? It seemed to work for them, he might need to re-think his plan.

You both were brought away from your separate places as Iida spoke.

"This is the fake city from our entrance exam." He spoke robotically, from inside a full armored suit.

You looked around, not previously noticing this was indeed one the cities from the exam. "Will we be conducting urban battles again?"

"Not quite,I'm going to move you two steps ahead!" All Might gestured the number two with his fingers.

"Most of the villain fights you see on the news happen outside. However, statistically speaking, the most disastrous villain fights happen indoors. Think about it, backroom deals, home invasions,secret underground layers. Truly intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows. For this training exercise you'll be split into heroes and villains and perform two on two battles."

The girl from lunch, with the frog quirk, spoke up, "Isn't this a little advanced?"

The pro simply smiled "The best training is what you get on the battlefield,"

"Wouldn't call this a battlefield.." you mumbled, looking around at all your classmates who you supposed would be villains soon. How did he expect other hero students to be able to play the villain? You understood that getting in a villain's mind might be important, but really how good could anyone do?

"But remember you can just punch a robot this time, you're dealing with actual people now."

"Sir, will you be the one deciding who wins?"

"How much can we hurt the other team?"

"Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled like earlier-"

-

You walked down the concrete path keeping All Mights words in mind.

"The situation is this: the villains have hid a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to soil their plans. To do that the good guys either have to catch the evil do-ers, or apprehend the weapon. Likewise the bad guys succeed if they protect their payload or capture the heroes."

Next to you stood a tall, blonde haired boy with a tail, he'd asked you to call him ojiro. The two of you, much to your dislike, were meant to play villains. Another dislike, you'd be going up against Shoto Todoroki and Mezo Shoji. After thinking it through, you figured they could use Shoji's ears and other heightened senses to find the two of you, and Todoroki would probably just freeze you. How could you fight if you couldn't move, right? Wrong.

Ferrokinesis is the manipulation of metal through the mind. You had especially trained yourself to combat without using a single bone in your body, it just takes concentrated breathing. It might have been nice to inform your partner of that, to ease his mind, and maybe plan some sort of strategy, but you haven't been able to speak outside of greeting him. Thus, you entered the tall building silently and stood by the missile, waiting for the "Heroes" to come.

"Uhm, L/n, did what happened earlier make this whole thing a lot more...scary?" He began, startling you by initiating conversation.

"Um, what do you mean by that? Like Midoriya and Bakugou fighting?" You questioned, a lot more comfortable considering you were just alone with him.

"Yeah, like seeing how real it can get, you know.." his face screamed nervousness, and that really wouldn't help the two of you, plus you needed to get into a villain mindset, still.

"No, you see, the fact that things might get more real now, it'll only help us. Recovery girl is there to heal any injuries later, so I say we should all fight like that. Well, not like- I- you"

"I get it."

"Uhm, yeah, if we all give it one hundred and ten percent, that's how we will actually get better, and maybe learn how to handle ourselves in different situations. If things go bad now, it'll be easy, we just get really angry and mean like bakugou, perfect villains, ha"

"Heheh, yeah, your right L/n"

"S-yeah, thanks"

You suddenly felt cold rising from below, guess you were right about that. Feeling proud of yourself, you decided to indulge the part of the villain just a bit more. Earlier had simply been two kids talking, but now, you'd strut your heels and be the scariest female they'd ever seen, or try at least.

"Mmm, why must heroes be so predictable!" You stomped and let out a crazed pout.

Ojiro was taken back by your sudden behavioral change, not knowing how you and dad used to play hero and villain all the time. His eyebrows raised in question at your statement, and he took a few steps away. The task to become villains totally forgotten as he watched you throw a fit.

"Damn todoroki, it's cold up here now! Don't you fools get it. Missiles need heat. C'mon then pretty boy, hurry up and freeze us so we can see that dumb hero smirk! I know you want too~" You were talking to the floor, swinging your arms and legs around as you paced back and forth. Trying your best not to overthink the cheesy, embarrassing words coming from your mouth.

"Frozen?"

Turning to your partner you shot him a smirk, "Yeah, pretty boy thinks he can immobilize us from outside, pft. How silly of him, thinking I'd go down without dinner first." Your words were getting out of hand. Was this what villains were like, or were you just hiding some secret vulgar persona? He was confused until he saw the strained tears building in your wide eyes. You were doing this against your own nature, trying your best to succeed.

"So then, um L/n, you must have quite the plan to escape these pros and keep our missile intact, hahaha" His fake laughs were nowhere near as good as yours, but it eased you that he was trying.

Meanwhile, Shoji was waiting behind Todoroki, face completely red and eyes wide. He heard your comments easily, and was completely frozen on the image of, well, what you had insinuated.

"Why are you red?" todoroki questioned, as his teammate looked incredibly flustered. Had he done something to fluster shoji? He didn't think so.

"G-go, um, L/- she" he short circuited before he could finish, being completely flustered and no longer functional.

"Alright..."

Todoroki continued his way up the several floors of the building now covered in ice, having been told where the two of you were hiding along with the missile. His feet crunched loudly against the ice covered floors, a smirk residing on his face. The boy was a little upset at first that his first interaction with you would be like this.

However, images of his father in his mind made him remember his purpose for being here. He was supposed to be the best, and you were supposed to be a villain. Number one heroes dont take pity on a villain just because she's cute.

"This quirk is insane," He heard your partner speak before entering the room. Upon showing his face, Ojiro was quick to take a defensive stance, while you were off in the corner of the room, leaning against a wall, feet equally stuck to the ground.

"Pry yourself up if you want, but it might be hard to fight me with no skin on the bottom of your feet." He smirked.

Shoto was continuing to walk towards the missile, thinking he'd won. Until he heard two little clicks from the corner.

"God, they really have to stop catering these trainings to my quirk, pft. God, ice is slippery."

His head shot up at the sound of your voice, your feet seemed to be free of ice, and the floor where they had been stuck showed two irregular lumps of stiff concrete. How? He thought you manipulated metal? Were there metals in concrete?

"God, I really do love these glasses," you tapped them. "Make my life a lot easier, less scientific novels and what not." the voice you had was so casual, were you pretending to be shy this whole time? Or were you just a really good fake villain. He felt like you were a real villain, eyes perking up a bit at the idea of a challenge.

"Lets see, how many walls do you think I could drop on you before the building collapses? Two, maybe three? Or I could just tie you up, huh?"

He smirked, "Oh really, shy-girl? I'd like to see you try.."

His words shot through your act like a bullet, piercing you right in the heart. His voice should not be allowed to sound like that. It's unfair, cheating even. Your face changed from confident to wavering and hands began sweat. Could you really hurt him? You saw bakugou hurt midoriya earlier, he did it like second nature, but you wanted to be a hero, learn about villains and put them away, so you proceeded. This was your chance to show off your combat skills.

Zipping down the zipper on your chest, you remove the tiny holder for it, causing it to fall in your palm and begin to liquify. Your glasses told you the different metals in it, and that allowed you to focus on multiplying them, closing your eyes as the liquid began to grow.

Your partner was staring between the two of you, hoping whatever you were about to do was successful, since his feet really did hurt. Suddenly your finger began making a circular movement, the metallic liquid mimicking it. It flowed in a ring of silver around your middle body.

"Metal is a fun element, you know. It's easily found in almost every environment, easy to hide, and disobeys many scientific theories. Like this liquid metal here, it looks normal, but it only gets this way by becoming scorching hot." You winked at no one in particular and swung your finger down in a straight line, a mini-mimic of Iida's air chopping.

The hot fluid melted the concrete in a straight line on the floor, ice and ground in that area being dissolved completely. It felt good to use your power to win, you could tell from his eyes todoroki was scared. Maybe you were stronger than you thought?

Losing, however, was not what he was scared of. The wave of heat that fell over him after your swing sent him into terrible memories. His scar began to itch and burn at the recognition of heat. You saw that, too. How his fear held deeper meaning, and it made you scared of yourself. You didn't want to be a villain anymore, you just wanted this to be over, your eyes almost welled with tears at how mean you'd been, acting like the villain.

"I-um-ugh" Your foot stomped down on the floor, slipping a bit but forcing concrete to envelope the boy's feet, while simultaneously forcing the ground up and the temperature just hot enough to free your partner.

"J-Just, where's Shoji?"

"I'll get him, since you did the fighting here, l/n...." Ojiro stated, running out of the room, having been uncomfortable with the tension.

The next words to come out of your mouth should have been expected, but never had they meant so much to todoroki. His eyes were back to normal, face stone once again. Trying to pretend that fear he felt, those memories, were never there. Steel walls being put up once again to hide away hid feelings, but you manipulate metal.

Your e/c eyes shoot to look at the scar around his left eye and then back to his whole face. Taking a few steps closer to him, ignoring the teachers yell of how your team had won, you whispered.

"Im so sorry."

No one else would understand it, not the other students watching intently from the observation room, not your partners downstairs, but he did. Shoto heard those words, and felt your eyes lingering on it, and his chest got tight. You knew, and you didnt call it ugly, and you stopped using heat because you knew.

It was your job to be the villain at any cost, but you worked harder to not use heat. You weren't just sorry for scaring him, but for the fact that he had to be scared. So he spoke to you, for the first serious time, saying the only words that felt appropriate.

"Thank you."

#todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #shoto torodoki #todoroki shoto x reader #mha todoroki #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #momo yaoyozoru #momo x reader

[inktae]

Aaaahh, Home after Rain was so cute, and lovely, and I loved it! You never fail to amaze with your writing - thank you for the fic, and also, for your existence ❤

Anonymous said: NOO I CANNOT TAKE IN HOME AFTER RAIN THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL ASDFGHJKL BLUE ORCHIDS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE PIECES OF WRITING EVER, ALL OF THE SMALL DETAILS EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT MARI, I CAN NEVER PUT INTO WORDS HOW YOUR WRITINGS MAKE ME FEEL BUT THANKYOU SO MUCH!!! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Anonymous said: Mariiiii!! Home After Rain is making me feel a LOT, just when I thought I was outta the tidal waves with the Blue Orchid I get sucked back right in with the sequel (not that I'm complaining but its currently 8am here and too early to deal with all these emotions). I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING!!

Anonymous said: OMG GYLAXJALFHSL A SEQUEL TO BLUE ORCHIDS IM CRYING I reread blue orchids a while ago and fell in love with it again and now home after rain 😍😍 it was so cute so much fluff I loved it!!! and the part where he's talking about a movie where a couple is getting married at the beach THATS WRITTEN ON THE SKY JK & OC ???

Anonymous said: GURL I NEED TO SLEEP BUT I JUST READ HOME AFTER RAIN AND MY BITCH ASS IS NOW FEELING SO FLUFFY AND MY HEART CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT OML MARI I LOVE UR WRITING

Anonymous said: i really loved reading "home after rain" especially since "blue orchids" has a special place in my heart ;; your writing just flows so nicely and i feel like you truly have managed to develop a gorgeous narrative voice that just pulls you in immediately! the little easter egg with "written on the sky" was a nice touch too hehe (at least i think that's what you were referencing when they talked abt the movie?) anyways, i hope that you'll continue writing for a looong time, mari :) sending love xx

Anonymous said: Ahh I just saw Home After Rain and all I can think of is "omg it's not angst!!!" lol XD But in all seriousness, I really liked it. How everything comes together in the end. Everything in the sequel fits and gosh just......I'm still not coherent enough to comment, lemme go reread it again

Anonymous said: As always, I love ur writing ;-; wasn't expecting a drabble for blue orchid, but here it is ;-; and u included a part from ur other jk fic inspired by the same movie mentioned ;-; u r absolutely daebak ily haha hope they have a child if u decide to make another drabble ;) but i'm noy expecting anything. Tbh i'm already satisfied with b.o. ending, but I stil love the drabble ^^ tyvm ilysm

I’m so so sorry for taking so long to answer!!! but all of your messages have made me so happy, it’s nice to know that even if it was a short piece I could barely get done because of finals, people have still found it enjoyable and felt happy with it. ❤❤❤

also, I noticed that some of you caught that subtle written on the sky reference!! :))) I did put it on purpose and I smiled so much writing that scene hehe. it makes me happy that a few of you noticed that. anyway, thank you very much for taking your time to enjoy this piece and to let me know how much you liked it. I’m sending you all lots of love and the biggest, warmest hug!!

#messages #Anonymous

[honeybearloco]

“...Are My Weakness.”

Requested by an anon. Here’s to you! If you were expecting a smut, we really don't do those. That was a one time thing and that ended up looking terrible. And sorry if you were. (These Changmo Requested oml.)

You, an innocent masseuse. Him, a rapper who had all the ladies. At first the combination doesn’t even sound real, but it was.  You met Changmo during a session. You were known as the best masseuse in Gangnam. You had people all over Korea coming to have a session with you. They loved you because your session were the best and nothing less. You played relaxing instrumentals in the back, sometimes you would hum tunes of the customer’s favorite songs to relax them. And best of all, you massages were the absolute best. Most masseuse were “good”. You were EXCELLENT. With all caps. Men paid hundreds just to have you walk on their backs. Many wanted you to just be there personal masseuse, you always denied. You loved your work. You didn’t need anyone. That was until you met Changmo.

Changmo had scheduled an appointment. He didn’t care with who, he just scheduled one. Not knowing, he scheduled one with you. You played your relaxing instrumentals and waited for him since it was the only appointment you had left. He walked in and saw you, freezing on the spot. “Is something wrong?” You asked. “I-I thought you would be someone else. Wow! You are model material.”

You couldn’t hide the red in your cheeks. “You’re very sweet. Thank you. But I’m masseuse material. I could never be a model.” You brought yourself down. “Aww. Don’t say that gorgeous. You could be anything you out your mind to.” You rolled your eyes at what he called you. Many men have called you that. But he’s was different. “I have a name you know?” “Well tell me what it is, gorgeous.” He smirked.

“It’s Y/N. What’s yours playboy?” “Changmo.” He answered shooting you a wink. “You have cringe written all over you.” You joked, rolling your eyes. “Are we gonna start this session or are we gonna continue to flirt with each other?” “Fine. Just take your clothes off-” “Woah! How are you gonna try to get me naked and you haven’t even taken me out yet. Gosh take me on a date first!” You’ve actually never heard that joke before surprising, of course you chuckled a little knowing how demanding that sounded.

You’ve been together for 11 months. Almost a year. Today you didn’t expect him to come until at least 12. It was gonna be another long day in the studio. That’s what he told you. You knew he had work and you had accepted it. Sometimes you would look back on the time where he didn’t have so much work and the two of you went on many dates. You wanted to wait up for him despite his wishes that you didn’t. You took a hot shower, dried yourself, and put on some shorts and one of his t shirts. You in his clothes was one of his favorite things. It was beneficial for the both of you. You loved the smell of his cologne and the feel of his clothes hanging off of you. He loved how they looked on you and it was his way of saying you were taken. You walked into living room and turned on the tv. You began to search through the channels to find something good to watch. Which there wasn’t. You just clicked on the most cheesy sounding drama and watched it. After about 20 minutes you were into it. The leading man was very handsome, you had to admit it.

At exactly 12:39, that front door swung up slowly and in walked a tired Changmo. You couldn’t take your eyes off the screen as the leading man began to process his love for the leading lady. You barely even knew the characters and their stories yet you were upset that she was getting the guy, even though you have one. He saw your fascination in the leading man. “Yah! Y/N! Do you not see me right here?! You’re drooling over a man on the screen!” He never yelled unless something happened in the studio. You sighed and changed the channel. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “You okay? Did something happen today?" You asked. "Yes something happened today! I couldn't finish the piece I was working on because of Hyo Eun! He's so annoying! He kept fucking up everything, Jagi!" "My poor Chang. You look so overworked. Do you want a Grade A massage?” “Would you?” 

You nodded and walked him over to the couch. You sat him down on the couch and walked behind it. He took off his jacket and threw it on the chair to the left of the sofa. He felt a slight sting his both of his shoulders and groaned. You put his arms down. “You really need a massage huh?” “Yes, please. Your massages are my weakness.” 

You managed a light chuckle and kissed his cheek. You put your hands on his shoulders. “Babe, relax. Don’t be so tense. You’re straining yourself. Relax, a lot!” He was very tense in his shoulders. You began to massage his shoulders. He of course was enjoying himself. You couldn’t help but smile. “Babe?” He called out. “Yes?” “I don’t think you know how much I love your massages. I love them so much that I could just...” Before finishing his sentence he pulled you over the couch and attacked your lips roughly. You kissed back with the same amount of force, pulling him closer in. His left hand slowly slid down your body. You knew exactly what was coming next. You didn’t want it to happen his way though. You reached down to the floor and grabbed one of your slippers that had been there. You whacked him upside the head with it, making him almost drop you. You quietly got off him. “Yah! Why are you being difficult?”

“If you want me, you have to catch me first. You know, if you can.” You joked. “You loved to play these games, don’t you. Get over here!” He said standing up, heading your way. You ran straight for your bedroom but before you could get there, he grabbed your wrist and slammed your back on the wall, blocking the way out with his arms. “I caught you. Are you willing to participate now?” You nodded with a smirk. You smashed your lips on his and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you into the bedroom and shut the door.

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oml so cute.;; mmmmefioarm this is really hard for me tbh but i’ll try my best to answer off the top of my head. since you said it doesn’t matter what group i’m going to guess that you’re only interested in groups (+bands because day6 will obviously be on here).another me by kim sunggyu (infinite)when i was writing a lot the songs on this album inspired me a lot. there’s so full of emotion and sunggyu is a real talented singer! every song is gorgeous! just like sunggyu!and july by heizei would die for this woman.blockbuster by block bi’m honestly ready to fight anyone that trashes this album.newton’s apple by nelli listen to this more than i listen to my mom. and i listen to my momma.noir by b.a.pit’s a really solid album, honestly. not even being biased–it’s just a really good album. i genuinely love every song on it with all my heart. a good album when you’re feeling emo imo.one shot by b.a.pstill one of my favorites to this day.separation anxiety by nell(see above for nell)sunrise by day6i don’t remember the last time i’ve played an album for so long without breaking the loop lmao. it’s a really good album for rainy weather, driving fast on the highway, nighttime, anytime, yea.welcome back by ikon (+m.u.p on the half album)a good album. v good.genjou destruction by spyairanything by spyair. spyair is almost as high as b.a.p in my heart.feel ‘em by btobi rarely like every song on a btob album but feel ‘em is soOoOoO goOD.color by news (let me live)makes me cry. i can sing every one of these songs 100% without missing a word despite not having listened to it in like 3920482304 years. that’s how much i love this album.not albums but very important to me (aka the songs that make me emo):4:44 am by bang yongguk (b.a.p)makes me cry (an important song)yamazaki by bang yongguk (b.a.p)no-title by zelo (b.a.p)makes me cry (just remember that junhong was 16 when he started following his dream and this will make you rage cry)blessing by zelo (b.a.p)missing you by 2ne1một nhà by da labgoing home by #gunmakes me cry. a lot.if i die tomorrow by beenzinoif i die tomorrow by ilhoon (btob)this is a cover of beenzino’s but it’s also like completely different lmao. it reminds me of 4:44am&no-title in that it sheds a lot of light on how difficult it can be being in the entertainment business.take care of me by swingsmakes me cry really hard.take care of you by giriboyalso makes me cry really hard. reply piece to swings kind of.